Chapter 11: Fucked with her boots on
Years ago in my days of modeling I had many wonderful experiences that will live with me forever. I got a lot of work in the print medium just by showing this body. At 5’ 10” and with a set of 40DD that went with my 23 X 38 lower section, for some reason I had work when it came to showing the breast.
One of these great assignments I had was a shoot in Italy and was looking forward to the work and taking a few days off to see the country. Who knows might meet one of those great looking Italian men who can sweep a girl off her feet?
The shoot was for an auto company dealership and they wanted a tall lady with dark eyes and a dark tan. That is me, I can pass for most anything, just let me get my eye shadow on and lip gloss and I’ll be whatever you want me to be. Today I was to be an Italian sex kitten. The sponsor had his on ideas of what he wanted for his add, he knew sex sells and that was what he wanted sex. Raw sex and he wanted nudity from the get go. As long as he was paying the bills and my fee and expenses, nude was what he would get.
The photographer was an Italian and love tits and ass the more you could show the more he wanted to have it in the picture. The sun was out all day and it was a hot one and the crew had to work hard to keep the setting looking the same, we didn’t need lights that day, but had to use a lot of reflectors to keep the light looking the same all day. The poor guy had to get up on a ladder to take one shot, which showed my face and tits but not much of the auto. He got to the top of the ladder and kept motioning me to look up and stick out my ass. These guys loved big ass and big tits. Sex was here to sell his product and he knew men were the ones who were his market and he told the ad agent “I want big tits big ass big lady, for a big car.” The sponsor was about 5’ 4” 250 pounds and had about as much hair on his head as I have on my pussy after a Sunday night bath with my safety razor. I keep it clean and close no stubble on my honey hole. As one guy told me he hates a five o’clock shadow on a perfectly good snatch.
After a lunch break which last longer than it would have in the USA and a few bottles of wine later it was time to go back to work. The little short boss told the photographer that maybe I was showing too much skin so it might look better to cover some of me up. The first thing I said to myself “that be OK, need to get a top on my 40DD, sounds good to me.” Reason I’m not behind the camera and not the boss. He told the photographer he wanted to see me in thigh high spiked high heels boots and nothing else. That should cover some skin! All it did was make me get hot and sweaty and they had to keep the towels and water coming, my body temp had to go up 2* when I put on the boots. One of the crew was given the job of wiping the sweat off me and the makeup guy (gay) would come in right behind him each time. The first guy liked his job, he took special care to make sure I had no drops of sweat on my tits ass or high up on my leg area. The area north of my thighs and south of my belly button was what he took pride in. He had the biggest grin on his face after each of his mop-ups; man loved his work that day.
I had to admit that the boots with the 5” heel did make me feel sexy and when you feel you are looking the way they want you to, that is half the job. The looks on the crews face showed they approved of my new look and it turned me on to see them smiling and approving of my performance. I knew I had made some head way with the boss when the photographer told me to face the auto, spread my legs as far as I could and lean over on the boot and bend over deep and stick out my ass. He told me to flirt with the lenses with my beautiful ass and let my big breast hang down for all to see and admire. “Make out with the and to the camera.” While in this poses he told the towel guy to mop me up, damn this ass hole wiped everything and once or twice he forgot to use the towel as he ran his hand up my crack of my ass. It felt good and I didn’t need that to get me motivated I was getting hot with each click of the shutter. My nipples were showing I was getting turned on and the crew knew it. After he took a few shots like that he told me to reach back and show some pink. The guys went crazy when I exposed just a little and after that this shoot went down hill they wanted more and had me all over the car showing my pussy and “hey where is the mop up guy?” Some of the guys could have used that towel and not for sweat.
The last shot of the day they tell me was the best, “save the best for last” when I got into the pose and had to have help steadying myself on top of the car. I had all the volunteers that any girl could ever use or needed. The guys were all over and around me to make sure I would not fall and hurt that beautiful pussy as they called it. I had a guy on each of my legs, each had a hold on a leg as if I was a big wishbone and they were going to pull to see who got the big part. I think I know what each of them was wishing for, anyway the photographer had to take about 8 shots of that pose, from the same angle and position. That was about 4 more than any other close up he did that day. Anyway that last picture was the best the crew said and all wanted an autograph of that one. I wonder why?
Later that evening we had a big party for the crew and lots of good food and wine was served to way into the night. I wore my boots to the party and a short min skirt that just came to the top of the boots, it had a low cut neck line that showed my tits even when I didn’t bend over. I went with no bra and just a black thong. I was the only female in the private dinning room and all the men were coming up to me and telling me how beautiful I was in Italian and one or two could speak a little English, but I got the message “ You are a master piece!” The more the wine flowed the more they wanted to hug me and kiss my hand and you know how Italian men can get they want to be your friend, lover, they just want to fuck you.
The party was over sometime after 2 in the morning and how I got back to the hotel I’ll never know. I found myself in bed and had hands and lips all over me which was par for the course, but I had no idea who the hell it was.
Fingertips touch her nipples, caressing them through the flimsy fabric of her top. She gasps in surprise but does not move, as his fingertip trace the outline of her face, her neck, her breasts, stomach, down to the wet slit only covered by a patch of cloth, my thong. Then Marca feels a round, warm piece of flesh rub against the side of her face. She feels the head caressing her earlobe, then move across her chin and down her neck, leaving an invisible trace of moisture. Than he whispered in a low deep voice!
"You like the way my cock feels against your face don't you?"
