In the weeks after our initial hook-up on a beach in the Bahamas, Candice Swanepoel and I started having sex regularly. Her work took her away from her husband and towards me. She wouldn't let me go down on her or fuck her vagina; despite her infidelity, she still considered these to be sacred activities that only her husband could perform on her. Our sex usually consisted of a quick blowjob followed by some hardcore anal.
At first, we were just fucking in hotel rooms, but one day Candice invited me to her changing room at a fashion show. It wasn't quite as private, but the risk added to the thrill.
Candice's intentions were clear when I saw the huge tub of coconut oil sitting on her dresser. She lent up against the wall of the dressing room and I gently rubbed the oil all down her back, giving her a sensuous massage, before reaching her butt. I caressed her firm cheeks, rubbing the oil in, before slowly moving onto her tight asshole. I made sure to use plenty of oil. While there was an animalistic quality to destroying an unlubed ass, as I'd done to Candice on the beach, it wasn't sustainable, and going in lubed up was actually less painful for both of us.
Soon we were going at it like teenagers. Candice desperately urged me on as she panted for breath. I lost all sense of time, before the door burst open.
"Candy, have you..."
It was Lily Aldridge. She suddenly realised what she'd walked in on, and dashed out, embarrassed. I was worried that this would spook Candice, but she just laughed and we got back to fucking.
Our sex put us in a mindless state. So much so that I didn't even notice our second viewer until several minutes had passed. Sitting completely naked at the dresser, she was rubbing one hand against her clit and coating the other in coconut oil while watching us fuck. This was hot, but also somewhat offputting. I felt my orgasm begin, but also lost all interest in Candice. I pulled out of her asshole and blew my load over her back.
"Hey, Josie," said Candice. It was only then that I recognised our intruder as Candice's fellow Victoria's Secret Angel, Josephine Skriver. She was just as hot as Candice. She had dirty blonde hair, which, hanging loose, perfectly framed her round face. Her breasts were some of the largest of the Victoria's Secret girls, sitting at around a 28D, but sat firm and high on her chest.
"I'm so horny right now!" Josephine announced. She turned around and bent over the dressed, presenting her perfect bubble butt. "I wish somebody would fuck me like they fuck you, Candice!"
There was something about this hyper-horny young model that really didn't sit right with me. Candice was demure and alluring, but Josephine had no filter. She was annoyingly presumptuous and reminded me of preppy girls at school.
"Sorry, not interested," I said. There was a huge look of shock on Josephine's face. Clearly she wasn't used to being rejected. I doubted any guy had ever turned her down before, particularly with anal on the cards.
I quickly re-dressed and left the two models in there. I tried to leave the building discreetly, but did catch Lily Aldridge's eye on my way. She blushed and looked down, an embarrassed smile on her face.
A few days later, I got a call from the advertising team at VS. The shoot I did with Candice in the Bahamas had really blown up. The picture of Candice leaning up against the rocks where I first fucked her had become the most retweeted photo that Victoria's Secret had ever had. They wanted more of that, so they were sending me back to the Bahamas with a new model.
No prizes for guessing who they sent.