Model Mother: Part 8
The day was picture perfect with no clouds whatsoever and not a trace of wind. Emily was feeling fantastic as she made her way to the church. Her dress was a black number, strapless and revealing, showcasing her cleavage which had become more widely known than it was during the last gathering, the engagement party.
Despite her good mood, she couldn't help but have a few reservations. She had a strong suspicion that some of her 'pervs', a term she used to refer to the guys who frequented her shop and bought their porn from her, were going to be present at the previous party.
Emily had become somewhat of a local sensation after taking over her deceased husband's newsagents. She no longer just handed them their adult magazines with a smile; now, she starred on their covers herself and also attended weekly photoshoots with the camera club.
What started as serving them magazines transformed into her posing for photos and, inevitably, ended with her being covered in the sperm of most of the club members. This naturally led to an increase in membership numbers.
She wasn't quite sure if she could put names to the faces due to the studio lights always being so bright. Moreover, her attention was usually focused on the erections surrounding her, leaving her disinterested in their owners during her moments of passion.
However, she knew it was inevitable that she'd run into men who'd seen her naked, masturbating across numerous magazines and may have even had their hands in her, pleasuring her to climax before depositing their sperm into her.
For some reason, this didn't frighten her or make her uncomfortable. Instead, she was excited. It was going to be a thrilling day.
The wedding was all about Stephen and Shannon. Emily was so proud of her son and his new wife, having grown close with them both recently. She cried happily as Shannon emerged in a beautiful white dress. Her son, Stephen, being a handsome man, made her proud too.
The vows were exchanged with lots of smiles and tears from the guests. Emily joined them outside, throwing rice and confetti at the newlyweds. What surprised her was when she caught Shannon's bouquet, which had been thrown blindly up in the air.
They then moved to the same hotel where the engagement party had been held several months ago for an extended photoshoot. Emily was heavily involved in the group photos, especially since she was now familiar with being in front of the camera. This time, however, her clothes stayed put.
The party moved on to the hotel and the guests were crammed into cars and one old-fashioned London bus. During the ride, Emily felt a guy's erection pressing against her rear from behind. She turned to see a familiar face she was pretty certain was one of her pervs.
She didn't make any obvious sign of acknowledgement, but allowed the natural uneven ride of the bus to repeatedly push the growing cock into her. It felt nice. When they got off at the hotel, she saw the guy turn to his wife (she presumed), who'd chatted away to a friend throughout the ride.
He was holding his hand in his pocket, concealing an obvious erection. It was a clever way of keeping his excitement in check while also allowing Emily to enjoy her new role of being the mother of the groom, mother-in-law and guest at a wedding.
She noticed a few familiar faces - these men could be the ones who'd sucked her off, licked her, or used her as a sperm receptacle. It reminded her of how much she enjoyed it all. Her mind raced with erotic thoughts.
Emily was aware that some would consider her actions inappropriate, scandalous, and completely immoral. Some of these guys were married, and she'd be criticized for her part in "homewrecking" their marriages. She might be seen as a slut, a whore, and a harlot.
But somehow, it thrilled her. It was exciting. It also reassured her that she had no idea whose fingers and tongues might have been inside her and whose cum she might have tasted. There were just so many anonymous men at the studio, and the lighting could be quite blinding. She relished this thrill.
Several of these men were married, which was a nice touch. They all knew Emily was a slut, but they couldn't really do anything about it. It left her with some anonymity while she could continue playing the role of a wholesome mother of the groom, mother-in-law, and guest at a wedding. That made her feel invigorated.
The thought of potentially being pleasured by those guys at the party made her wet.
This woman didn't have much time to think about her train of thought. If people worried their man might cheat, they should just sleep with him more often. Maybe give him a blowjob before he left home. She couldn't understand why it would bother them, though. If she had a 'regular' husband, she wouldn't mind him having fun with another attractive woman.
She was reminded about the relationship between Will, a camera club's chairman, and his wife, Anne. Many years ago, Anne was the frequent model for the camera club's photo sessions. This meant that Will and his buddies got to fuck her every week, and they kept countless photos they cherished.
Anne and Will had a unique relationship that Emily had not experienced before. They were incredibly happy and comfortable with each other, free of limits and boundaries.
At the hotel, free-flowing champagne and music played. Emily observed those couples around, wondering if anyone had a connection like Anne and Will.
On the dance floor, the happy couple began their first dance. A hushed silence ensued for the speeches. Kevin's speech was enjoyable. Emily had known him since he wore diapers, and he recounted some amusing stories about her son.
A marriage ceremony could always be followed by a speech from the groom's father. Emily felt a wave of warmth as she looked at Oliver in his fancy suit. Twice now, she had been the reason he released his load. She could almost taste it right then.
Then came the bride's father's speech. Emily supposed she should feel guilty, but what she felt was a pleasant sensation as she saw her son in a suit.
During dinner, Emily sat with Oliver, Michelle, another unknown couple, and a guy who she knew from the camera club. It aroused her to realize that two men whose cocks she had sucked were engaging in polite conversation with their wives and herself.
The couple she didn't know had been whispering to each other during the first course. As the table was cleared, the woman broke the silence.
"Hi, we haven't properly met," introduced herself Susan and her partner Ant. Emily extended her hand, which was accepted.
Susan had a clear interest in Emily. With enough champagne in Emily's system, her mind remained unfrozen, but her answer would undoubtedly pique interest among the group. She knew some people wouldn't like her modeling career, but she was proud of her naughty profession. Buying and selling dirty magazines had always been a thrill for her.
Facing potential judgment, Emily gave a confident smile as she brought up the subject - a calculated risk, but one that excited her.
"Yes, you're right. I am indeed a model," she smiled without hesitation.
Michelle instantly chimed in, "But you run the newsagents?" Emily graciously agreed, complimenting her daughter's excellent job performance.
Conversation changed, but Susan was far from done. She knew who Emily was and had no intention of moving on.
"Is that right, Emily? Your real name?" Emily experienced a sweet tingle as Susan acknowledged this. She'd dreamed of scenarios like this - being recognized for her fame.
Emily thrived on the spotlight, welcoming all kinds of reactions - positive or negative. With her real name out there, she couldn't hide anymore.
"Yes," she gleamed.
Susan continued, "So your real name is... Emily?" Her eyes sparkled with excitement. She wasn't outwardly disapproving, but she had no intention of dropping it.
Emily's smile radiated delight. She thought playing the game.
"Shannon, my daughter, runs the store now. I don't take control anymore. And she's doing an amazing job," she complimented her daughter.
Emily refrained from mentioning Shannon's increasing interest in the sex shop's lewd catalog or the time Shannon masturbated in front of her during a photo shoot. And how she failed to notice Michelle's daughter enjoying Emily's vibrator collection.
The conversation might have shifted, but Susan's suspicious stare lingered. Emily sensed she was well aware of Emily's modeling career.
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"Does it bother you, Susan, to see her dancing like that?" Michelle questioned, an edge in her voice. Susan just looked back,Appreciative of the fine presentation on pork, and said, "It can't be any worse than her flashing her body in those magazines!" Emily's face had hardened a bit, as a wave of annoyance swept over her.
"At our age?" Michelle seemed to be on the defensive, perhaps fearing the past catching up with her. Emily couldn't help but feel a bit of a fight, deciding to tell Michelle the whole truth.
"Yes, at our age. Although I must admit, I've never done just a topless shoot." Roars of laughter came from Susan, giving Emily the encouragement she needed to carry on.
"I used to enjoy the attention a bit too much. You know, flaunting my body. But it was just for fun." Susan chimed in, adding, "You have a better body than me any day." Emily appreciated the support and confidence Susan was throwing her way, feeling more proud of her body than ever.
The mood then shifted when Michelle abruptly stood and asked, "You aren't talking about topless work at Oliver's age?" Her eyes held nothing but anger. Emily reluctantly nodded, feeling a bit uneasy with how things had suddenly turned ugly.
"Think about the message you're sending to Stephen, Mary, and the rest. Mama, we know you do this for fun, but it's hard for us to see you in that way. It's just inappropriate." Michelle's tone was full of disappointment. It wasn't in Emily's nature to fight, but she couldn't just let these feelings be spoken.
"I'm sorry. I guess it's not for everyone, or important to everyone. I just enjoy the glamour of the whole thing and having my pictures taken." Susan put a hand on Emily's back, supporting her. "You should tell them, mama. They'll understand." Susan's words were like the balm Emily needed.
Emily crunched some ice, slipping out of any unease and buckling back into her celebrity mode. "No, I guess I won't," Emily said before turning her attention to the dance floor. The sparks of hot sparks coming from Michelle's anger had cooled down, and he was just a mere flicker. Emily knew most people looked at it as whatever Michael was into, but the road to acceptance would be a long journey for Michelle. The night quickly moved on. A while later, Michelle finally approached Susan, trying to mend her anger in peace. Their conversation went on for a while, their voices soft.
Emily watched Oliver move closer, and as he came near, she interrupted the two. With a kiss and a reassuring comment, Emily collected Oli, heading towards the vacant dance floor. "You'll have to dance with me now, love." Emily lowered her voice, her eyes locked with Oliver's, who had a wondering spark.
As they danced, Alex, a gay friend, seemed to become even more interested in Emily, dancing with her three times. By the fourth time, it was clear just how much he admired her. The night kept going, a few drinks, a few more dances - the perfect ending to her wonderful anniversary.
With the fading lights, Emily went to bed, feeling good knowing Michelle knew the truth and had, in fact, accepted it. She pulled out a sexy set and put it on, her body a canvas of revenge, closing her eyes, her mind drifting to what was ahead the following morning. Embracing her excitement, Emily brought a hand from her bed to her breast, caressing. To her shock, the interlude caused her to release a small charge from within, a very unexpected orgasm.
"I think this might be the happiest day of the year. I did something today that I've never done before. I had one of these, and I'm a bit lost in the moment." Emily chuckled, hiding her glow, her mind lingering on the feeling of the orgasm. "I'm so happy to be able to sleep with not only a loved one but an admirer too."
In the morning, Emily and Oliver awoke to early rays of the sun. They made a juice together, absorbing the details of their amazing night. They tucked Mary into bed, wishing each other a happy anniversary once more. And with that, Emily and Oliver left their daughter's house, heading for a weekend of relaxation and more revelations. They were happy, their secret safe, their days free of shame. And when Emily's phone beeped, Emily smiled, having accessed messages from her illicit tape being uploaded online. It had been months since she first considered uploading this, but the waiting game was finally over, the penalty for her enjoyment starting with a passionate night and now living, no longer with the secret that continued to arouse her mind.
"You're saying this has nothing to do with you? Shannon couldn't even imagine doing something like this, but she starts working for a SLUT, and this happens!" Emily didn't react, not quite sure what Michelle's issue was. But she did appreciate being called a slut so boldly in front of everyone. Being exposed, labeled, and criticized for being a slut was a hidden fantasy of hers.
"Mom! That's so unfair! I'm an adult, for Pete's sake - I'm a married woman! I'm allowed to do whatever the hell I want!"
"Yeah, and that just happens to match what this..." Michelle struggled to find the right word as Emily didn't respond as she'd anticipated. "What this slut likes to do in her free time!"
"I don't think posing for some risqué pictures for my husband is the equivalent of..." Shannon hesitated, afraid of making things worse. Emily noticed a photo album on the table and had a hunch her mother-in-law had seen the wedding dress photo shoot.
"I'm truly sorry you're upset, Michelle," Emily spoke softly, like a patient mother comforting a child. "Shannon thought it would be a nice wedding present for Stephen, so I connected her with some folks I know. I didn't realize it would cause a problem." Her voice was like a soothing mother, but it only seemed to infuriate Michelle even more.
"Some people you know? Pedophiles and pimps? If I'd known what Shannon was marrying into, I'd have..."
"You'd have what?!?" Shannon shouted, furious like her mother. "Emily's been incredible to me. I have a great job now because of her, and I'm really happy. She's been more of a mother to me in the last few months than you've been in your entire life!"
This hurt Emily, and she didn't like being put in the middle of this fight. The music continued, and although some guests were taking notice, the scene wasn't as bad as it could have been. Emily attempted to soothe Michelle, but was pushed away roughly.
"More of a mother? You?" Michelle pointed at Emily as if she were disgusted. "All she's done for you is teach you how to spread your legs!"
Emily was caught off guard and was about to say something worse when Oliver suddenly appeared, whisking Michelle away. Emily was surprised to see him mouth 'sorry' to her as they left via the fire exit.
Shannon was in tears, and Emily comforted her. Stephen brought them drinks and made sure the photo album was safely returned to their suite upstairs.
"How did your mom even see it?"
"I was just showing Stephen some pictures from the shoot I had arranged as a wedding present, thinking he might like to... you know. It's our wedding night, after all. So, he was looking, and he didn't realize she was standing behind him, and..."
"Yeah, I get that. Even though I think she's overreacting massively, she'll probably feel differently after she cools off. I'm sure Shannon will be fine when she calms down."
Shannon agreed and recognized Emily's intentions.
"It's not really about you, is it?"
"Well, I suppose not, given that I arranged the photo shoot. But do you really think you would've done that if you hadn't seen all the things I've been up to?" Emily was pleased that she'd been a slutty role model for her daughter-in-law. She mused over what it would be like to have a daughter of her own. She loved Stephen, but it was satisfying to have a girl looking up to her.
They chatted for a while longer, the party continued, and soon Stephen and Shannon were dancing and having fun, forgetting Michelle's outburst. Emily fended off advances from most of Stephen's friends, who seemed to make up the majority of single men at the gathering. The alcohol, music, and merriment caused her to feel horny.
She considered returning to the pub across the street again. Maybe the men from the previous time would want another little show. She had enjoyed that.
Emily was stunned when Oliver joined her at the table. He was looking rather dashing in his suit, she thought. She felt bad for him having to handle his enraged wife.
"I'm really sorry about the whole thing. Michelle isn't like you." (To say the least.) "It was a long day, and she doesn't usually drink. She's passed out up in the room now."
"No problem," Emily responded honestly. She didn't mind at all; in fact, being called a 'slut' publicly gave her a thrill. "I'm sure she'll chill out in the morning."
"You don't know Michelle," Oliver stated calmly. "She's like a dog with a bone. There's more to come with this. I'm truly sorry you're entangled in it."
"Well, we're family now, so I jumped right in. I'm aware Shannon's your daughter, and you might worry about her looking up to me. Without bragging, I can see the impact my influence is having on her – just look at those pics!"
"I haven't checked them out, and I don't think I will," Oliver chuckled wryly. "But I imagine what Michelle saw. And after living in a sexless marriage for twenty years, all I can say is that I'm relieved Shannon and Stephen won't likely face the same fate."
Emily appreciated Oliver. They chatted about sex, and given Emily's new job and past encounters, it was candid and straightforward.
"I'd even forgotten how to, you know, jerk off, until you woke me up when you barged in on me."
Emily was drawn to how blunt Oliver was. She remembered that day fondly. When Oliver came into her store feeling frisky, she convinced him to swap his 'Daily Telegraph' for a copy of 'Park Lane' with her on the cover.
She didn't know then that the man she was stirring was her daughter's father. When her next visit to her shop had her in a wild state, she took Oliver's premature ejaculation in her mouth and swallowed it with a grin.
A bond and warmth were building between them. However, this couldn't continue – not because of his marriage, but because Emily knew where their relationship might lead: restrictions, jealousy, control, and claustrophobia.
But she longed for more. She decided to be straightforward.
"Oliver, I'm just saying. You're aware of my desires – my kinkiness, shall we say? Right now, I'm burning hot – horny. Last time I was here and felt this way, I went to the pub across the road. I love to perform – you're aware – and I left satisfied after being filled with a beer bottle while three guys watched me."
She paused to create tension. Oliver had a slack jaw and wide eyes. Emily held on to his gaze while finishing her wine before resuming.
"I'm considering a repeat performance. So, I'll excuse myself and leave, and head over there for another experience. Who knows, you might enjoy some entertainment too."
She grabbed her purse and jacket, stood up, and said goodbye. She asked the same girl to arrange her a taxi for later, intending to go to the 'Spread Eagle' pub again.
Excited when the atmosphere resembled her previous visit, she found two guys present – the young landlord and the drinker she thought had been one of the guys last time.
"Hey again!" she beamed as she walked in. Both men's jaws dropped. Their previous encounter must have been a legendary tale. And here she was back.
A bottle of beer was promptly placed on the bar. Both men chuckled and exchanged glances.
Oliver sat in the empty seat Emily had vacated. Just like Emily, he had some reservations. His thoughts went back to Shannon's mother-in-law often. This attraction was unexpected given her habit of engaging in the wildest sexual acts his wife never even contemplated, even during their early stages. But over the past few months, whenever possible, Oliver could not help but stare at the remarkable Emily and her erotic infatuation with photography.
Intriguingly, it wasn't just Emily's physical attributes that drew Oliver to her. He found comfort in her company, allowing him to be his true self, rather than the person society expected him to be. This unfamiliar sensation was addictive.
Emily's body was undeniably enticing. The phrase "hourglass" might have been coined to describe her physique, as she was the pinnacle of perfection. Her breasts were exquisite - supple, with the perfect size and shape. Oliver envisioned himself burying his face between them, inhaling that warm, enticing flesh.
His mind wandered to the idea of tasting Emily's special area, which he'd admired countless times. He fantasized about moving his tongue against her smooth skin, delving between her lips, and savoring that wet, scrumptious hole. It was an area that many males in town visited.
He imagined holding her against the wall, his hand gripping her hair, and thrusting into her moist, tiny opening from behind. Rather than envisioning himself as the sole recipient of Emily's affections, he confronted the reality that she'd never be exclusive to him.
Michelle abhorred hard penises, a fact evident in their marriage. It had evolved into a union based solely on financial and practical reasons. The existence of women like Emily came as a surprising discovery to him, and she - currently engaging in such acts across the road - made him question his own relationship.
Oliver approached The Spread Eagle, where only one other customer lounged. Perhaps Emily had reconsidered. Although he was inclined to fetch a drink, he decided to witness her actions firsthand, a move that would prove anticlimactic.
Upon entering the bar, he encountered the bartender, who appeared sheepish. "Pint of lager, please." He fumbled through his pockets and passed his money to the bartender.
Suddenly, Emily appeared, emerging from her position on her knees behind the bar. Oliver had seen her in this position multiple times. Her breasts were unrestricted, showcasing their allure, and her underwear was around her knees. The bartender's stiff cock was tangible, as was Emily's sly grin, suggesting what had occurred. Yet, Emily elaborated.
"I left them all hanging the last time, but I figured I should finish the job."
The bizarre exchange of purchasing drinks interspersed with the bartender's shaft being sucked by Emily was unexpected. Despite feeling his jealousy dissipate, what aroused Oliver most was witnessing Emily with another man. Armed with arousal, he joined in.
Emily had taken them to a new level, and if theServlet wasn't around, perhaps she would have remained for an encore.
The taxi horn beeped, and Emily swiveled her head, adjusting her dress to conceal her exposed breasts and wiping cum into her mouth. She grinned at the men, their flaccid penises adorning their underwear, before departing, having experienced a veritable whirlwind of sexual satisfaction.
*******
A fortnight following the nuptials.
"You're going to want to view this."
Shannon had invited Emily into the store. Her tone was clearly not for idle banter. Intrigued, Emily arrived within half an hour - her schedule wasn't particularly packed.
Upon encountering her future daughter-in-law, she was struck by her radiant health and tanned appearance from their honeymoon in the Maldives. Shannon's features seemed to mimic her own, pondering the possibility that the shop's environment was causing the change.
"So," Shannon chimed, a mischievous smirk on her face.
Emily anticipated something amusing, and hypothesized if the store's habitual customers corrupting practices had influenced Shannon.
"I had Gavin, Stephen's friend, visit me this morning. He came back from Spain - that lads' holiday Stephen missed because we were on honeymoon. He did some shopping when he was away..."
Shannon descended beneath the counter and recovered a magazine. It was slightly smaller than their typical stock, but it was undeniably a pornographic publication.
The picture on the cover made it obvious that this wasn't the usual magazine they had at the store. It featured a stunning woman with a big grin, being hit by two penises simultaneously, shooting a stream of cum into her face.
It was a familiar image for Emily. The woman on the cover was Emily herself, and the magazine was named "Fuck!"
"Fuck!" Emily exclaimed in surprise.
The photo shoot inside consists of 12 pages. There are a couple of nude pictures of Emily and her pleasuring several cocks. Each one of them splattered her face with more and more cum.
Shannon was excited to show Emily the magazine. She knew her mother-in-law would enjoy it, and she wasn't wrong.
Both of them chatted animatedly. Any hesitation or doubts that Shannon had with this type of thing in the past had vanished. She was now in sync with Emily's mindset.
"It's ironic that it's named 'Fuck'," Emily chuckled. "Because that's the only thing I don't do in these shots."
"Do you think you'll ever do it, someday?" Shannon asked with curiosity.
"Yes, I certainly will. It's become quite entertaining to keep them all waiting." Shannon understood what Emily meant. Although Emily was aware that her mother-in-law's concerns about her corrupting her daughter were valid, she also loved talking about her wickedest impulses with Shannon.
Emily thought about the day's news.
"Gavin, you mean?" Emily could picture Gavin from the wedding. He was one of the many men who had made lewd advances toward her. Gavin was a friend of Stephen's since they were in primary school, along with most of the group who'd just returned from Benidorm.
"Yeah. They got back a few days ago, all nine of them. He was probably looking for you when he stopped by."
"I'm sure he was," Emily said, leafing through the forbidden publication.
"They spent the last week of their holiday taking turns in the bathroom with your pictures," Shannon said, chuckling. She knew Emily would enjoy hearing this and loved seeing the look of amusement on her face.
"Dirty bastards," she smiled. "I still remember when they'd come over for jelly and ice cream!" Emily had a sudden thought. "What about Stephen? He won't like this at all!" Stephen hadn't reacted well to Emily's saucy antics before.
"He doesn't know, and frankly, don't worry about it. Stephen was talkative over the honeymoon, and we discussed everything. And hey, thanks again for the honeymoon-gift, what a present!"
Emily had arranged a dream two-week trip to the Maldives for them. She was pleased with Shannon's gratitude.
The information that Gavin's friends had been jacking off to pictures of their mother wasn't disconcerting, but Emily's attention was elsewhere. She needed to know where her photos were being circulated.
"I can't exactly answer that," Alan replied when Emily asked him about which magazines she was starring in. "The guy I use, he then sells the pictures to the individual magazines. I just forward the pictures to him. I can give you his number if you like? He's based in Amsterdam."
Three days later, Emily boarded a ferry from Newcastle to IJmuiden, the port serving Amsterdam. She wanted to travel faster because she didn't want to miss this chance. The quickest flight she could find was still two days off, and she couldn't hold her curiosity.
Emily preferred boats as a means of transportation. Unlike planes and trains, she didn't feel crammed and rushed in a confined space. Instead, she wandered the decks and enjoyed the bars and restaurants. She truly felt like she was on vacation from the moment she boarded the ferry. The trip was lovely, and Emily, who was always dressed to please, had no intentions of starting any romantic encounters, considering she had a mind-blowing shoot the previous night where she'd brought multiple cocks to a messy orgasm. Every time someone made physical contact with her, it squirted cum over her naked body as they played with her using toys, fingers, tongues, and phallic objects. She was contented sexually for the time being.
The ferry ride was enjoyable. It provided an atmosphere more akin to a pleasure cruise than flying or train.
Although it had been some time since she'd acknowledged that she would have to take part in those photography sessions with a sexual element, she hadn't followed through on it. There remained a certain suspense, a will-she-won't-she aura regarding the event. On numerous occasions, she had seen a stiff penis moving towards her open vagina during a shoot, and had allowed it to touch her thighs, stomach, and even her buttocks.
These instances created some exceptional images - much better than those ordinary, flaccid men she encountered in her store. But even as a penis attempted to penetrate her, she would shift positions, redirecting it, covering its target with other foreign objects to impede its progress.
Having played with her suitors, Emily found herself more agitated with each encounter. She longed for the feeling of a hot, hard penis inside her once more, the banging against her body, the enjoyment of the skin-on-skin slapping as someone forced themselves into her.
Recently, she had begun conversing with her own vagina during her self-pleasuring sessions. "Don't fret, I'll ensure you receive a proper stretching soon," she soothed. "I'm going to provide you with lots of firm, solid cock, just you wait!"
As she sipped her drink, Emily decided to stand at the bar as it allowed for easier observation. Shannon had given this condition, as she affectionately referred to it, a name: Emily was an exhibitionist.
She observed others in the bar, their gazes shifting from her legs to her ample chest, then back to her body when she looked away. Their gazes would return as soon as she moved her gaze to different areas.
The previous night was also filled with admiration, and at breakfast she felt her body bathed in the glow of watchful eyes as she wandered through the buffet, wearing only a light summer dress with no bra or underwear. The risk of revealing her silky-smooth vagina or the occasional uncovered nipple was enticing, and she had no desire to take precautions. After all, she was on vacation.
"May we sit here?" asked a guy around her age, accompanied by a younger man with dark hair. Emily acknowledged them. Terry, the older man, was a carpet salesman. Rowan, the younger one, was about to begin an apprenticeship. His mother had left them when he was in the first grade. They were traveling to Amsterdam to celebrate Rowan's 18th birthday.
"Bittersweet," whispered Rowan jokingly, elbowed by his father as they sat down. Terry was a talkative individual, and he deluged Emily with a lengthy description of his life.
"I wish you both a wonderful time!" Emily interrupted. Perhaps he had shared this anecdote with several others, judging by Rowan's expression. Emily's mind drifted to her fantasy of exposing an inexperienced young man to sexual situations.
She found herself lingering over the salt as it passed between them, and both men had a fine view down her top. Determined to enjoy the trip, Emily relished the idea of heightening this experience.
The ride into Amsterdam's city center was brief. Emily felt an instant affection for the place. It was a small town, with all the activity revolving around canals and unusual, towering structures.
What struck Emily most was the unusual combination of regular businesses and adult establishments. Sex shops and even cannabis stores coexisted peacefully with regular businesses.
As she made her way down the stairs to the street, Emily felt like she belonged there.
Her hotel was located on the outskirts of the red-light district. Upon arriving and checking in, a pleasant woman in her early thirties greeted her and directed her to her room. Emily jumped on the bed before gazing out of the window. Below, she saw a square with a cafe, a cannabis shop, and, satisfyingly, a sex shop.
She changed the channels on the TV, amazed that so many were in English, one looking like the same British channel she received at home. But one channel was most certainly unfamiliar.
Red Hot TV. Explicit Content. Please contact the front desk to view.
Emily ventured down to the front desk and descended the steep flight of stairs. The same girl greeted her and escorted her to the lobby. [paraphrasing: Emily descended the staircase and asked a pretty woman in her thirties who warmly welcomed her and led her to her room, where she bounced on the bed. Through the window, she spotted a cozy square with a cafe, a coffee shop, and a sex shop. As the girl switched on the TV, Emily observed numerous English channels but one station named Red Hot TV. Seeking to see more, she required the clerk's assistance to access this channel.]
This paraphrased passages are about Emily's journey to become more active in her sexual activities by exploiting various opportunities she encounters during a photography session and a visit to Amsterdam.
"Hey, just curious - channel thirty-one says to contact reception for it?"
"For sure! Channel thirty-one..." she spoke with a slight American accent, since most Europeans' point of reference was TV shows. "Hmm, that's the adult channel, right?"
"Yup, that's it," Emily grinned. "We don't have anything like that back home, so I thought I'd check it out. When in Rome..."
The girl shrugged.
"Alright, just so you know, it might not be what you're looking for. No roses or chocolates, I suppose?"
That seemed to be what Emily wanted to see. Roses and chocolates were easy to get. She told the girl to keep it on for the duration of her stay.
Watching the hardcore sex on channel thirty-one was incredibly captivating for Emily. Seeing these beautiful women having sex with abandonment for the camera was like nothing she'd seen before. Her own photoshoots paled in comparison. Seeing the images move and the expressions on their faces, hearing the explicit sex noises - it was perfect.
Each scene in that first movie she watched was nearly identical, except for the participants. The girl teases and strips, then sucking the guy's cock, then the guy gets the girl wet with his tongue. The guy fucks the girl in three or four positions, then moves from her vagina to her anus.
Emily watched the anal scenes attentively. She loved her steel butt plug and had decided to try anal sex sooner than later. In each scene, the women who participated experienced some pain at first, just as Emily had when she tried her larger dildos. However, once they were properly stretched out, pain and pleasure combined before pleasure ultimately won out.
The climax in each scene was always the guy giving the girl a load of semen on her pussy or in her face. This was fun to watch, but what really excited her were the trailers for upcoming films. Many of them promised much less "lovey dovey" scenes, with some even promising orgy scenes and gangbangs, women tied up and manhandled.
She was looking forward to that, but for now, she had a meeting.
Jaap Bakker welcomed Emily into his office. As a trader in attractive women, he appreciated Emily's look, fresh and alluring. He immediately noticed she wasn't wearing any underwear, and she wore it confidently and proudly.
"Mrs Stainthorpe," he offered his hand, before kissing her hand as soon as it was within reach.
"Emily, please. Nice to meet you, Mr Bakker."
"Jaap," he returned. "You're even more beautiful than in your pictures."
"Thank you," Emily smiled back. "That's why I'm here," she added, crossing her legs to expose almost everything.
Jaap became a bit suspicious. It wasn't uncommon for jilted men to expose their ex-wives or girlfriends angrily, and sometimes the victim would seek revenge. But Emily didn't have the face or the demeanor of a woman on a warpath. And he didn't think a woman scorned would dress like Emily, who had crossed her legs to reveal almost everything.
"Yeah, sure. I'm quite enjoying the content Alan is providing me with," he said, looking rather clearly at the curve of Emily's butt. The loose material of her dress teasingly concealed her nakedness. "It sells really well. You're a real natural. And your name is really Emily? Emily Stainthorpe?"
"Thanks! Yes, that's my name - why?"
"Most women... all women I've seen in this industry, they choose a fake name, a fake persona, you know?"
"Oh, I see. Well, I have nothing to hide. I'm quite proud of what I do."
"Yes, you're very good at it. I'm looking forward to the pictures of you fucking these men though. You suck the cock well, sure. And you look amazing when covered in semen, huh?"
Emily giggled. She loved discussing her photography in front of the camera and how her future appearances might look.
"Got it. Keep an eye out!" she said brightly. "So, did Alan tell you why I'm here?"
"Not exactly," he hesitantly admitted.
"Alright, I'm wondering if you can tell me what magazines he's sold my photos to."
"S, S, St, Stai, Stain - let's begin - Emily Stainthorpe." He grabbed a file and emptied its contents onto the table. Emily's heart was racing as a large, full-color, life-sized photo of her deep-throating a penis slid out. She was in the system of this unknown land, hundreds of miles from her hometown.
"Really attractive, yes," Jaap said of these images. "And here we go. I'll write down the details for you."
Jaap began jotting down every magazine that published Emily's photos.
"Here. I note these down because I'm paid based on publication. So here's every magazine you've graced with your presence - you're gaining quite a following, you know?"
Emily took the paper from Jaap and scanned through it. Some of the names had her laughing: 'Big Finish', 'Cock Loving', 'Extreme Pleasure'. Each entry was paired with a magazine issue number and date.
"Oh, this is perfect - thank you so much!" Emily grinned. "I'm so grateful - is there anything I can do for you?"
Jaap had no intent to refuse the sexual invitation. Emily assumed that pleasing their host was standard for such an occasion.
Emily found herself sucking Jaap's small penis. He didn't even close his door, his secretary continuing to work as Emily used her pretty face to give him pleasure.
"That's a good girl, Emily Stainthorpe, you like a cock in your face huh? I can see from your pictures that it suits you." Emily nodded and smiled at him. She saw that he didn't even glance her way, focusing instead on the photos of her he had in his possession until he reached climax.
"Thank you so much," she beamed, wiping a bit of semen from her chin and licking her fingers clean.
"Thank you, Emily," Jaap responded, tucking his now-exhausted penis away. "I'm looking forward to receiving more pictures from Alan."
"Absolutely!" Emily exclaimed happily. https://www.mistressnina.com/jeffrey-obrien-erotica/reincarnations/the-new-wave - Nina
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