All The Men Who Fucked Her Pt 02

Keith Edwards had spent most of his college years doing one thing: sitting behind Gabriella Levi and dreaming about the day he'd fuck her.

But Keith had one problem. Gabriella Levi wasn't the only woman he dreamed of fucking, and he didn't have the patience to wait around while she decided what she wanted to do with her virginity. Keith knew Gabriella found him attractive -- most girls at campus did -- but he also knew she was put off by his womanizing ways. Keith had fucked two of Gabriella's closest friends, and his fuckboy reputation reached new heights when he discovered his love of photography and decided he wanted to become a fashion photographer.

Looking back, Keith figured that was probably the moment Gabriella decided to accept Hank Peoples' advances. Hank and Keith were best friends, and they'd both been after her for years, but whereas Hank could play the part of the good guy, Keith never could. A girl like Gabriella couldn't be expected to understand that this made Keith the better man of the two, of course, so it was Hank that lured her into bed first.

But maybe I'll get another crack at it now, Keith thought as he spent another day in class. Keith had watched Gabriella change after her break up with poorly disguised glee, not least because his days sitting behind her had become wildly more interesting. In the past, her thick sweaters and jeans left everything to the imagination, but now Keith enjoyed entire days watching her panties through the fabric of her leggings or glimpsing her butt cheeks whenever the hem of her mini skirt rose a little too high.

The problem was that Gabriella didn't seem to notice Keith. She'd obviously chosen to improve her fashion choices to make Hank jealous, but beyond that, Keith didn't see her paying any attention to him either. Gabriella spent her hours in class listening to the lectures, taking detailed notes of everything that was said, and being her usual good-girl self. And yet... something was different. Lately, Gabriella seemed to be oozing sex in a way that reminded Keith of some of the models he'd photographed. They were all spreading their legs for agents and photographers, and it showed in every movement of their bodies. Confusingly, Keith had heard no rumors of Gabriella hooking up with anyone new, and he knew for a fact that she hadn't gotten back together with Hank. That poor bastard was quickly discovering what a terrible mistake he'd made and he never missed a chance to complain to Keith about how Gabriella refused to answer his texts.

So who could it be? Keith wondered. Day after day, he watched her, but she acted as though the rest of the men in their lectures hardly existed, and the rest of the men at school didn't fare much better. Not that Gabriella walked down hallways with her head down, ignoring everyone. She was her usual bubbly, flirtatious self, ready to smile at anyone who looked her way. Keith could tell the difference between a woman who was being kind and a woman who wanted to fuck, though, and he could tell with a reasonable degree of certainty that Gabriella wasn't fucking any of her classmates.

Then one Friday, they had their usual Anthropology lecture as the last class of the day. Keith was semi-comatose by then, barely paying attention to anything that was said in the classroom, until Professor Mosley called him to the front of the class for an impromptu oral exam. Keith went with great reluctance, hoping he might somehow improvise his way through, and failed. He and exams had always been strangers, and the two grew more distant with every year that passed.

As he returned to his seat, however, something strange happened. Keith got a good look at Gabriella's face, and he finally found the expression he'd been searching for -- the corners of her lips turned up slightly in a hidden, naughty smile, her half-lidded eyes promising the lust hiding in her mind. Keith followed the direction of her gaze, and who should he find on the other end but Professor Mosley himself?

Oh, this is too good, Keith thought when he returned to his seat. Of course he'd had trouble figuring out who Gabriella was fucking! He was sitting behind her, so how was he supposed to notice the fuck-me eyes she was giving the Professor?

What a lovely little slut! Keith thought with no small amount of admiration. He hadn't thought that Gabriella had it in her, but he never had any doubts about Professor Mosley. The man had a reputation, after all. One rumor suggested a pair of twins had shown up on his doorstep on his last birthday, and whether the story was true or not, it did encapsulate how much desire the Professor inspired among his female students and how willingly they threw themselves at him.

And now Gabriella's spreading her legs for him, too. That changed things. In the past, Keith would have liked to get a taste of her, watching that booty jiggle as he fucked her, but that was when he thought she was a stiff little good girl. This new Gabriella represented all sorts of opportunities. As a photographer, Keith was always on the lookout for new talent. If he wanted to take his career to the next level, Keith needed to make at least one girl famous on Instagram because that's how he'd get other social media models to want to work with him.

Gabriella might be the one. She had a perfect combination of beauty and sex appeal that worked on social media, as opposed to the traditional models who had the beauty but no curves to speak of. Keith could photograph her in a bikini or lingerie, he could have her promoting beauty products or he could have her posting thirst traps. A hundred photos and she'd be famous, and I'd have it made. And if he got to fuck her after their photoshoots, well... Keith didn't think it right to complain about his lot in life.

Such schemes filled his mind for the rest of the class, and when the bell finally rang, Keith took his time as he gathered his stuff. From the corner of his eye, he watched Gabriella stall as well -- who needed three attempts to put a pen in a bag, anyway?

Keith didn't want to get in the way of what he thought was coming, though. When the last of the students left the classroom, he went with them and he heard Professor Mosley call for Gabriella to stay behind. Keith smiled to himself. Oh, this should be good.

Twenty minutes later, Gabriella walked out of the school as Keith stood leaning against the hood of his Ford, eating from a bag of pistachios. Nothing about her appearance suggested she'd been sucking dick in the past fifteen minutes -- her hair wasn't ruffled, her makeup was perfect, and her blouse wasn't dirty, though Keith would bet good money that he'd find her knees red if she took off her leggings.

Gabriella spotted him standing there and smiled, saying, "What are you still doing here?"

Keith threw another pistachio through the air and caught it in his mouth. "You know, I didn't think you had it in you."

Gabriella frowned, adjusting her purse on her shoulder. "What're you talking about?"

"Blowing the Professor of all people? Damn, Gabriella."

"What?" Gabriella asked, but she looked around for anyone within earshot. "You're crazy."

"You've still got a little bit of..." Keith brushed the corner of his lips with his fingers.

Gabriella's hand jumped to her mouth, and as she tried to work out if she'd missed a spot of cum, Keith started laughing. "You know, I actually wasn't sure until now," he said, grinning. "Anyway, good for you."

Gabriella grabbed the strap on her purse with both hands and said, "What do you want?"

"Nothing." Keith popped another pistachio between his teeth. "You need a ride home?"

Gabriella looked around again, probably concluded it would be wiser to continue the conversation in private, and nodded. Keith walked to the driver's side and got in as she opened the door and sat on the passenger side.

The second she shut the door behind her, Gabriella looked at him with a pleading expression and said, "Look, I'll do anything, Keith, anything. I'll suck you off whenever you want, I'll even let you hit, just don't tell anyone about Professor Mosley."

Keith looked at her, unamused. "You think I'd blackmail you into fucking me?"

Gabriella pulled back, seemingly reassessing the situation. "Isn't that what you're doing?"

"Oh, please," Keith said as he turned the key in the ignition and the engine rumbled to life. "As if I need to blackmail women to get pussy." Putting the engine into gear, Keith drove off. "No, what I wanted to talk to you about was modeling."

"Modeling?" Gabriella asked. She settled back in her seat, some of her tension leaving her body as though a spring had been unwound. "Why modeling? Why now?"

"Well, you've always been hot, but to be honest, you've always been a bit stiff, too." Gabriella blushed at that. "It's nothing horrible, but it doesn't work well on camera."

Gabriella crossed her arms and said, "And how does me fucking Professor Mosley change that?"

Keith grinned at her unapologetically. "Any woman who'll suck off her Professor right after class has enough confidence to be on camera. That's just simple math."

Gabriella didn't seem to think that sounded like any math she'd ever heard of, but she didn't say anything. "And what would that look like?"

Keith slowed the car as they reached a stop light and gave her his full attention. "We create an Instagram profile for you, then I shoot you for a couple of days. Hundreds of photos -- bikini, lingerie, clothing, studio shoots and street shoots, the whole thing. Then we gradually post them online and create a following for you."

"Lingerie photos?" Gabriella asked, a bit self-conscious. "Bikini?"

Keith shrugged and smiled. "There's no point in having an ass and tits like that if you're not going to show them." When Gabriella looked down, unconvinced, he added, "And don't even pretend like you don't want to. I might've believed it before, but now I know you love showing off how hot you are. You can't tell me you started wearing these clothes just to piss off Hank."

Gabriella bit her lip to hide a smile. "No."

"You wear them 'cause you like to walk down the hallway knowing every dude will check out your ass and every girl will be jealous, right?"

The smile came out in full bloom. "Yes."

Keith laughed and slapped his thigh. "That's what I'm talking about! God I love that."

Gabriella looked at him in surprise. "Really?"

"What'd you think I was going to say? That you're a slut?"

"Well... yes," Gabriella said, wiping the palms of her hands on her thighs.

Keith leaned closer and whispered, "You are a slut, I just happen to think that's a good thing."

Gabriella giggled as the light turned green and Keith sped off again. The streets passed by in a blur, but Keith didn't put his pedal to the metal because they wouldn't be able to hear each other talk over the shouting of the engine.

More animated now, Gabriella turned in her seat to face him, saying, "And what do you get out of this?"

"A model I can make famous," Keith replied. "And ten percent of all your earnings."

"Famous?" Gabriella looked down at her body, as though wondering how her tits and ass could possibly turn her into a celebrity.

"There'll be thousands thirsting after you then," Keith said. "Not just one measly school."

Gabriella liked the sound of that, he could tell straight away. "And if I do this, you promise not to tell anyone about Professor Mosley?"

"I promise." Keith turned the Ford onto the street where she lived and guided it to the curb in front of her house. Keith turned off the engine and looked at her.

Gabriella was nibbling her lip as she stared at him. "You're sure?"

"I told you, I don't have to blackmail you." He looked her over, from the tits that looked ready to pop out of her blouse, to the slim legs wrapped in those leggings. "Though, if you end up begging me to fuck you before all this is over, that's not my fault."

"As if I'd ever do that," Gabriella said, but her eyes were sparkling and she smiled playfully.

"I don't know," Keith said in mock seriousness. "It almost feels like you wished I was blackmailing you. Were you hoping to suck me off on the way home?"

Gabriella scoffed, scandalized, but Keith wasn't buying it. She loved every second of it as only a woman who'd recently discovered the power of her sexuality could. It's going to be fun watching her swallow, Keith thought as Gabriella got out of the car.

"We shoot tomorrow and on Sunday," he called after her.

Gabriella turned around to say, "Alright," and continued on her way. But she added a little something to her walk that told Keith she knew he was watching her ass and, more importantly, she liked it.

***

The next morning, Keith and Gabriella met up bright and early. She was at his house at 9 a.m., with a bag full of clothes in one hand and a makeup kit in the other. It was a grey kind of day, the rain coming down in an annoying spray, so Keith had decided they'd do the studio part of their shoot.

"Come in, come in," he said when he opened his front door.

"Thanks," Gabriella said, but her smile was uncertain as she stepped forward, as though she didn't know who'd come walking around the corner.

"Don't worry, my Dad's away on business, we've got the house to ourselves." Keith's father spent more than three weeks out of every month away on business, so Keith had plenty of space and time to invite women over without being interrupted.

"And your sisters?" Gabriella asked, still a bit uncertain.

"They went to college out of state.." Keith had three older sisters, but they'd moved away years ago.

"Alright," Gabriella said with a sigh of relief as Keith led her into the living room.

"Don't worry." He smiled at her "There's no one to see how much you love wiggling your bum."

Gabriella shot him a look of warning, but she couldn't hide her amusement. "Can I set these things on the couch?"

"Yeah, sure. You want some coffee?"

"Yeah, thanks." Gabriella took off her jacket and as he walked out of the living room, Keith saw she'd picked out a see-through blouse to wear underneath. Coupled with the leggings she'd once again decided to wear, it all boded very well for him.

Keith turned on the coffee maker, set two cups underneath it, and waited for the golden brown liquid to fill them. Adding a splash of milk, he returned to the living room. Gabriella had sat down on the couch, so Keith handed her a cup as he sat on the Ottoman in front of her. "So," he said, "there's a couple of things we need to talk about before we start."

"Alright." Gabriella crossed her legs and rested the cup atop her knee. "Like what?"

"What kind of photos you want, mainly." Keith brought the cup to his lips, inhaled the rich aroma, and took a sip. "What kind of an effect do you want? More sexy or more classy? Do you want lingerie companies to come calling or some fast-fashion brand?"

"Uh." Gabriella set her coffee on the tea table, grabbed her bag, and opened it. She pulled out one pair of high heels and then another, followed by lingerie sets and bikinis. As she continued emptying the bag, it became increasingly obvious that she hadn't brought a single article of clothing with her. "I guess I just thought--"

Keith smiled and said, "You want to tease the whole world, don't you?"

Gabriella looked him right in the eye. "I--Yeah, I do." She tried and failed to suppress a smile. "I never thought of myself that way, and I don't think I'd admit it normally, but with you..."

Keith grinned. "You know I love it." He liked to be thought of in such a way.

"Yeah, kind of." Gabriella's smile bloomed in the face of Keith's excitement.

"Alright, come with me." They stood up, and Keith led her up the stairs. He lived in a big house, on account of all his sisters, but since they'd moved away and his Dad started spending most of his time on business trips, Keith had a lot of room to work with.

At the top of the stairs, a long hallway stretched on both sides. On the left, the carpeted floors led to the three abandoned bedrooms that once belonged to his sisters. Keith had transformed the bedroom at the very end into his studio, hauling out the bed, the closet, and the study desk and putting in a white screen that covered the entire back wall, along with the lighting equipment and a tripod for his camera. It had taken him months of work as a waiter to save up all the money he needed, but now he was finally in business.

"Wow," Gabriella said as she looked around. It seemed she'd expected some amateur production. "This is amazing."

"Thanks." Keith had chosen the last room because it sat in the corner of the house with windows on two sides offering plenty of natural light. He'd set up a little screen in the corner and he pointed to it as he said, "You can go change there."

Gabriella took one look at it and said, "That's okay." At Keith's raised eyebrow, she shrugged and added, "You'll see everything anyway."

Keith turned on his camera and sat on a little stool behind the tripod. "Fair enough."

Gabriella set her bag and makeup kit on the floor, then laid out all her clothes and high heels beside it. "How do you want to start?"

"Umm, let's go with the lingerie first, and we'll switch to the bikinis later."

"Okay," Gabriella said and bent down to pick out the first set.

Keith pretended to be focused on setting the camera as she peeled off her clothes, but he watched her the entire time. As Gabriella's blouse and leggings came off, he was startled to discover she was even sexier than he thought. Her tits were like melons, perfectly round, without a hint of sag. As much as he liked the slim build of most models, Keith couldn't help but harbor a preference for women with big tits who couldn't go for a run without a lot of support.

Her ass was just as delectable, her wide hips supporting a beautiful bubble butt, and when she slid her panties down her legs, Keith caught a glimpse of her waxed pussy, so pretty he could've sworn it was beginning him to eat it out.

"You like what you see?" Gabriella asked with a naughty smile when she pulled her new panties up her legs.

Keith didn't blink at being caught. "You're beautiful, Gabriella."

She must've expected a joke because Gabriella blushed down to her neck and unclipped her bra without even bothering to hide her nipples. Keith got a good upfront view of her breasts and saw a tiny beauty mark above the areola on her left tit. "And sexy as hell."

Gabriella squeaked and covered her nipples with her forearm. It didn't have the desired effect as pressing on her tits only made them seem bigger. "Thanks," she said, meeting his eyes shyly, but then she gave up on false modesty and lowered her arm as she put on her lacy bra, giving him another look at her tits.

As Gabriella finished the last of her preparations, checking her hair and makeup, Keith prepared the lights, adjusted his camera settings, and they got to work. Because most first-time models were usually a bit stiff, Keith set up a stereo in the room, and with a tap on the remote, he turned it on. As Beyonce started blaring from the speakers, he saw Gabriella's shoulders drop and a smile return to her face.

"Okay, let's start with whatever feels natural, then we'll go from there, okay?"

Gabriella nodded obediently, stood with her hands behind her back, and faced the camera. The lights flashed, the camera clicked, and she quickly changed positions. They went from there, picture after picture, Keith slowly working on helping Gabriella unwind. They'd have to take hundreds of photos before they got the first one that was usable, but he didn't mind. It was a part of the job Keith enjoyed very much.

The music was one part of it, but his comments made up the lion's share of his efforts. Keith cracked jokes first, anything to get her to laugh, and those first couple of smiles were like rays of sunshine, piercing through the gloom of the day. Keith pushed on. Once Gabriella started to enjoy herself, he started expanding her comfort zone. Keith had her go down on her knees, on all fours and lay on her back. Gabriella arched her back and stuck out her tongue, then he had her run her hands all over her body. Keith needed the part of her that had spread her legs for Professor Mosley to emerge on camera, so after he'd established that every position was on the table, Keith started lobbing daring comments her way, working through her defences. He went from, "You think that's going to make anyone pay attention?" to "At least try to make my dick hard."