This is basically an erotic love story and of course all characters are over 21. It will definitely not start out as a love story, but it will get there. The Model Slave Series contains BDSM, bondage, exhibitionism, and lots of kinky sex. IF you don't like these things then this story may not be for you. Please vote often (fives are most welcome) and of course please leave constructive comments.
PS - This is Model Slave II and Model Slave III won't be far behind. If you have fantasies, ideas, etc for new stories please let me know, that includes twists on existing stories and I will see what I can do. Many of my stories have started out that way.
Model Slave II
Chapter 3
As Madison sat in the car her hands roamed over her body caressing the spots Rocky touched but needing more. Madison's frantic teasing of her clit and occasional pulling on her nipples ratcheted up her fiery need. It seemed like the more she tried to reach her climax the more elusive it became. She knew she needed to get home and use her toys, but she couldn't stop touching her nipples and rubbing her clit through her thong.
She started the car with lust clouding her eyes, put it in drive and zoomed out of the parking lot almost hitting a car. She was oblivious to her surroundings and the only thing that mattered was quenching the rampant desire inside her.
Madison had never been this desperate for an orgasm, only the teasing at the photographer studio had made her this crazy for an orgasm. Her eyes were clouded with lust and her driving was erratic as she zoomed down the street. She was frantically rubbing her clit and on the verge of a climax when she blew through a red light. She never even saw the light and only because of the late hour and luck did she not kill someone or herself. Only moments afterwards flashing blue lights flicked on behind her. She wailed, "Nnnnooooo not now I'm almost there!"
Madison pulled over and began to use both hands to push her body to her long-awaited orgasm. But she only got hotter, and her body was more desperate for a fulfilling climax, but vaunted climax didn't come. Officer Steven Cooke had been ready for a drunk to leave the club and when Madison ran the light, he pounced. He pulled behind her and got out of his car. As he began walking towards the car, he saw a beautiful mane of blonde hair, swirling back and forth in the driver's seat and his training told him to be wary. Wild or upset people could be a problem when getting a ticket. His hand settled on his police issue sidearm and he unsnapped the holster.
His continued approach revealed a stunningly beautiful face wrapped in gorgeous hair as she thrashed back and forth. Why she was agitated was unclear, so he moved closer. The closer he got the more of her silky skin was revealed until he saw until her incredible heaving breasts were exposed in all their naked glory. He stared at this rapturous sight and slowly his feet kept traveling forward, revealing more and more of this spectacular womanly form.
As he stood next to the driver's door, it became obvious why she was thrashing around. One hand was squeezing and pulling on her nipple and her other hand had slid under her skintight miniskirt and was frantically rubbing her pussy. Her body thrashing in desperate euphoria was the most exotic sight he had ever seen. Her muscles rippled, dancing jubilantly under her skin, while her hips and breasts wiggled erotically.
The phone call had told him that this was a spectacular beauty and a special catch. Despite the temptation he was not to take advantage and fuck her, but he could tease her some more. He watched enthralled with the woman's perfect body, thrashing in an uncontrollable heated desire. Her body moved in ways that only added to sexual alure. He didn't think any man could ever pass up this gorgeous creature, especially when she exuded a carnal need to be touched, played with and taken to completion.
He leaned in the window to watch the show with his mouth watering, hands itching, and his cock engorged in his pants. Her head swiveled to meet his eyes and he saw her eyes full of needy desire, then she whispered, "Help me."
Steven couldn't believe his luck, but the phone call told him what he needed to do. He rubbed his hands together wondering where to start, because every part of her was so irresistible. He put one hand on her breast, toying with her enflamed nipple and ordered, "Take off your panties, I want you naked."
Madison frantically began tearing at her miniskirt, wiggling her hips to get it off. They were so tight her struggles became an erotic dance with the skirt sliding only centimeters with each desperate tug. Steven watched her body twist and shimmy as she pulled her skirt to her knees and finally off her legs. He was glad she pulled her thong off as well and he stared at her soaking wet bald pussy, glistening in the dash lights.
This blisteringly sexual, gorgeously stunning woman was begging for him to take her and give her the climax she needed, but he knew his job. He grabbed her wriggling body and flex cuffed her hands behind her. Then her female scent assaulted him, and he couldn't stop. He had to do something; the temptation was too great.