She was panting underneath him, and though he could not see her face, there was no mistaking her vapid grunting. From this view Jayden Ross could only make out the shape of his wife's feet with her delicate ankles and shapely calves. At the moment her legs were wrapped around a man he did not know. For a moment he stood there, watching as this stranger thrust deeply into his woman for what seemed like an eternity.
Jayden cleared his throat and the two sprang apart like scalded animals. His wife reaching to cover herself, the man trying desperately to get his pants back on. "Fuck this, I don't want any part of this shit." said the stranger as he sprinted passed Jayden on his way out the door.
"Well do you have anything to say for yourself? Anything at all?" asked Jayden.
As she calmly lit a cigarette Jayden's wife replied "I want a divorce"
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Rachel Brooks sat on an overstuffed black leather sofa, across from a balding man at his cheap, particleboard desk.
"So you don't have any experience modeling then?" the man asked her.
She shifted nervously in her seat as he gave her resume another look.
"Not professionally..."
She watched as he began busily scrawling out notes on the document.
"But, I'm a fast learner. Please, I know I have what it takes."
The man looked up, he could sense how nervous she was. Her bright green eyes were fixed on his. Her breathing was tense, for a little too long he watched her pert breasts rise and fall. When he made eye contact again, he could see that she was blushing. He knew he had her right where he wanted her.
"I want you to stand up against the wall over there." the man commanded, picking up a cheap looking video camera.
Rachel obeyed, the man watched her as she walked to the wall. Her long legs gave the impression that she was much taller than she was. Her short black skirt only magnified the effect.
"Here?" She asked nervously tugging at the hem of her skirt.
"That's perfect" The man sighed. "Why don't we go ahead and lose the shirt?"
Rachel knew this was coming, it was only a matter of when? She took a deep breath and began to slowly lift the tight, black cotton t-shirt exposing her toned, flat stomach.
"That's it girl." The man cooed at her. The words seemed to ooze out of his mouth.
She slowly revealed the rest of her body, her small waist, the bell curve of her ample breasts, As she removed her shirt she let her arms drop to display her small pierced nipples.
"You've been a really good girl today Rachel, you think you could be good for just a little longer?" he asked
"I think so" Rachel responded, in her best attempt a sultry voice.
"Good," he said "Well then, I want you to suck my cock"
Without missing a beat Rachel dropped to her knees and crawled to where the balding man was seated. She fumbled for a moment with his belt before sliding it off and diving for his zipper. Within moments his cock was free, and she descended on it, sliding it in and out of her warm, wet mouth.
She soon felt his hands in her hair urging her onwards. He moaned as he thrust his cock deeper and deeper down her throat. She could feel him throbbing and knew he was close.
"This isn't even going to be hard" she thought to herself
She worked her tongue on the base of his shaft as he continued to fuck her face. A few moments later he spewed his seed in her mouth. She promptly swallowed his cum, before giving him a few more courtesy sucks.
"So, did I get the job?" She asked jokingly
The man was still shaking and a bit out of breath.
"Be out in L.A. in two weeks, and give me a call directly. I can't promise you fame, kid. But after that cocksuckin', I can sure as hell promise you work. There are boys down there that would kill to work with a little whore like you."
She dressed in a hurry and gathered her belongings. "Oh, where do I pick up my check?"
