*Author's note: this work is fiction in more ways than one. For real life please adhere to SSC: 'safe, sane and consensual'; or RACK: 'risk-aware consensual kink'*
Carly had been good. Paying her rent on time. Paying down her considerable debts, gradually. Treating her house-mates to boojee wine and cheese when they lounged and talked lady stuff. Working hard at the sports bar she'd been hired at. Always taking Lawrence's calls when there was modelling work. And she'd been celibate.
Her celibacy had lasted since her berserk encounter with the silent man named Vincent in Lawrence's studio. She had signed up for a risqué lingerie photoshoot and had ended up being savagely fucked harder and more consummately carnally than she had previously imagined possible. The episode had shattered her understanding of men but lit a fire in her sexually that she didn't know what to do with. She felt lost.
A succession of interesting men had taken her out. Her celibacy remained intact, not because Carly didn't want to experience the sorts of orgasms Vincent had given her, but because she sensed an essential weakness in all of these men. The weakness turned her off. They lacked the right kind of assertiveness. Some of them tried to be dominant or even make a heavy-handed pass, but she just laughed, which put an end to it. She always dressed gorgeously and lasciviously, provoking lust and envy wherever a man took her, and used her charms to make sure he spoiled her, but he wasn't having her. All he had was a big dirty credit card bill afterwards, since Carly knew how to make men spend money and have fun doing it. Anyone nearby who Carly liked got a fancy drink paid for, such was her persuasive skill.
Perhaps she hadn't been SO good. The celibacy was incidental. Spending men's money for fun wasn't angelic.
Carly always made time to pose for Lawrence. The money was good. She particularly looked forward to a couples' shoot that sounded reminiscent of the shoot with Vincent. Once the shoot got started she got quite aroused. Her male model did not, however. His cock remained soft despite the erotic poses with a scantily clad, always-sexy Carly. She realized during the shoot that she had had a sub-conscious drive to repeat the experience she'd had with Vincent. She couldn't acknowledge wanting such a repeat to herself until then. Her unconscious had assumed that another couples' photoshoot meant getting laid again.
After the shoot Carly made an off-hand reference to Vincent when talking to Lawrence. She thought she was playing it cool but Lawrence immediately turned to face her, "Oh do you want me to arrange a video with you and Vincent? That could be fun, and very hardcore!"
"No, never mind!," she replied, blushing beet red.
Later that evening Carly tried to describe to her room-mates, Brenda and Sophie, what she was looking for in a man. They found her bewildering. "The men who take you out are SO HOT, just pick one!" Carly's phone gave off a notification.
The text message was from Lawrence. "Is your passport current? I'd like you to come do a shoot in Central America. Pretty place."
She told her room-mates.
"Fuck you Carly, I'd love to do that!" exclaimed Sophie. "Yeah lucky, fuck, you should go," added Brenda. "Alright you bitches, let me think," replied Carly.
She texted back at Lawrence. "Will I have to do anything crazy? Will I be safe?"
His reply was quick: "It will be horny, but not X-rated. And yes I'll keep you safe"
She trusted Lawrence, sort of. "OK I'll do it"
The flight down south was pleasant, business class. The bar Carly worked at was flexible enough for her to go, and she'd agreed to pick up some other shifts before and after. With her on the plane were Lawrence and two other models. After two stopovers they took a less comfortable single-prop plane to the seaside town of Violación.
This place was a gem. Colonial architecture, beautiful beaches (though as much rock as sand), lush vegetation, and few tourists. After checking into a small but lovely hotel, Lawrence took them all to the house of a couple he knew for a delicious dinner. It was fun.
On the second day of shooting Lawrence took them to a spa resort outside of town. He had Carly pose on an old, sun-bleached, low little pier in a beautiful mangrove lagoon. She had on a blue g-string bikini that went high over her hips, up around her enviable round buttocks and disappearing where the thin string descended between her ass cheeks. The front was narrow and slight, just enough fabric to clad her most intimate flesh. The top gathered her big round breasts into blue panels of fabric that covered the outsides, undersides and not quite all the nipples of each breast. Two strings ascended from the outsides of the panels up over her shoulders and met the side-strings against her back. When she lounged on the narrow pier her delightful long, thick, brown, curly hair dangled down into the water of the lagoon.
Their guide, a resort employee named Octavian explained that the mud beneath the lagoon contained skin-nourishing minerals and was sought-after by spas all over the world. Carly went through many sexy poses for Lawrence while she listened to Octavian's soothing voice explain the mud and many other facts about the mangrove and the town. His accent was thick but his English was excellent. She hadn't paid much attention to him so far since he'd been exceedingly polite, which put her off. But now she asked him questions and stole a look at him occasionally, often making eye contact since he was staring at her beauty the entire time. He was medium height, very fit, like a surfer, with thick curly hair, dark skin and a handsome face. Ethnically he seemed to be a mix of everything Central America had to offer, so, Carly thought, he's a mutt, like me.
Once Lawrence had enough photos of Carly on the pier he announced it was time for her to get the lagoon spa treatment. Octavian laid down a towel under a reed mat on the pier and had Carly lay face down before he gathered up some mud from well below the lagoon bottom. The deeper mud was free of bacteria and impurities, he explained. He stood thigh-deep in the water next to Carly and applied mud to her lower back while Lawrence snapped photos. Apparently modelling was part of a days work for Octavian too.
Carly relaxed while Octavian massaged mud onto her back. It felt wonderful just to be touched again and Octavian provided a firm and soothing caress. "Untie that," she heard Lawrence say, and she felt her string bikini top unfasten and make way before Octavian's hands spread mud and catharsis up over her shoulder-blades. "Faces towards me, both of you." Carly lifted her head to face towards Lawrence and he snapped photos of them together while Octavian spread mud all over her back then up and down her arms and neck. She drew her luxurious hair up away from her neck and pouted her plump lips with her wide sexy mouth when he began to cover her sides from her hips to her arms gliding over the sides of her breasts since the top was out of the way. The sensations began to arouse her.
"Should I get more mud?" Octavian asked, pointing at Carly's gorgeous legs. "Yes, just cover her completely, you're doing great," replied Lawrence.
Soon Carly felt her legs and ass being massaged with mud with long, repetitive strokes, as though the mud needed to be worked into her skin with many passes. She purred with pleasure as her feet, legs and glutes were pampered. "Get all of her skin, Octavian." At this Carly began to feel Octavian's fingers spreading mud around her hips and down between her ass cheeks. He was trying to cover everything that her bikini bottoms didn't cover, which was a lot. With repetitive firm strokes his hands moved along the rear string of her bikini, leaving no skin exposed. Naturally this meant that his fingers rubbed one side of her asshole, then the other, repeatedly, since the string hardly covered anything.
Now Carly moaned loudly, amazed by the rude treatment and delighting in the erotic sensations. Octavian's hands reached lower, massaging mud between her thighs along the edges of the tiny blue bikini bottoms, causing her folds to rub against one another and making her cunt sopping wet. Carly's hips flexed repeatedly and her moans persisted, punctuated by gasps and short squeals of pleasure. The strokes reached from directly rubbing her asshole down to the edges of her mons pubis and went on for much longer than was likely necessary to apply the mineral-rich mud.
"Now turn over, Carly. Keep one arm across your breasts," Lawrence instructed. He continued to take shots of Carly and Octavian. Carly turned and lay with her back slightly arched and her right hand on her left breast, somewhat covering the right nipple with her forearm (though her big breasts vastly exceeded even her hand, and her right hand gathering up her glorious curly hair behind her head. She stared lustfully at Octavian, who covered the exposed skin on her toned, sexy legs with mud and lingered at her bewitching pelvic area. She noted the obvious erection in his shorts. "Keep going Octavian," Lawrence said.
Carly revelled in the cathartic treatment she was receiving as she started to feel mud drying on her skin. Octavian gently covered her exquisite torso, curving around her breasts and massaging the muscles across the top of her chest. She luxuriated in the feeling of his hands sliding against the sides of her round, big breasts, and gradually her right arm fell away, replaced by gently kneading male hands. As Octavian massaged mud into her hard nipples Carly stared straight into his eyes, which avoided hers for a moment, then made eye contact and they stared into one another with unapologetic lust.
"Step away Octavian. I'm going to get some shots of just Carly like this." Lawrence verbally adjusted Carly's poses and snapped away with his camera. Carly stared haughty and horny at the camera, looking pleased with herself, her hair catching highlights of mud at the ends while the hot sun baked the mud dry.
When Lawrence had enough shots of that Octavian picked Carly up and carried her to a spot where the bottom was more sandy than muddy and knelt down so that the mud could soak for a moment. Carly helpfully tried to smear as much mud as possible onto his t-shirt as he did so. He then stood her upright and scooped up water to wash the mud off her body, starting at her back. Lawrence took pictures while the mud came away easily under Octavian's hands. The same pleasant violations as before played out in reverse as Octavian cleaned and handled her breasts and ass and everything else. Carly rested a hand on Octavian's shoulders and let him do all the work.
