Fun With The Models

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

All email comments good or critical welcomed. Rude or abusive comments may result in blocking. Please note that I am a British female, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat, and the ass is a bum or arse.

I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect...

I had an invite to a premier viewing of the summer collection for Donatella Fiorentina. It was to be held at the Ritz, I rsvp'd yes and requested a room for the night before and the night of.

I had modelled until a few years ago and retained a good relationship with the Fiorentina organisation and had still done the very occasional shoot for them when they needed a male to accentuate the female. But mostly my modelling days were behind me. I refused most commissions; I had enough money, and I didn't need the drama that always happened.

The day to travel arrived, and I packed my suitcase, ready for the journey to London, and then booked an Uber to Leeds station. I was travelling first class to Kings Cross; it was about a two hour journey and then about twenty five minutes by taxi to the Ritz. We were departing from Platform Eight at Leeds.

The uber turned up and my suitcase was put into the boot. Forty minutes later I was being dropped off at Leeds railway station, and I was flashing my eTicket on my phone to the gate attendant. I had a few minutes before my train was due, so I had a look around the shops and boutiques, nothing of interest at all.

I settled myself into my window seat on the train, my suitcase in the luggage rack. I had a tracker in my suitcase, if anyone waltzed off with it, I would be able to track it and woe betide the miscreant when I caught up to them. I planned to check my suitcase at every stop, just in case. Yes, I know, I am paranoid.

We pulled into Kings Cross on time, and I joined the taxi queue, and then twenty five minutes later I was at the Ritz. Checking in was a breeze and I was shown to my room, I tipped the porter and then shut the door and relaxed. I had the evening to myself, and then in the morning I would go to the show room and mingle, meeting up with old acquaintances, and possibly making some new.

After I had showered, I love hotel showers, especially if they provide a good complimentary lotion, and the Ritz provide Diptyque, I am guessing any unused will be going home with me. I emptied my case and got my clothes hanging to let any creases drop out and then stripped ready to shower.

I wandered around the room, looked out across Piccadilly through the window, and then, composed and relaxed, I went into the shower. Oh, such bliss, the pressure was perfect, the temperature just exactly what it should be, and I washed and scrubbed and cleansed myself, sluicing away the grime of the journey. My dick is one of the larger ones and I had spent almost my entire career refusing to get involved in porn. It was enough that it was seen in modelling poses, no one needed to see it in action in a porn film.

I wrapped myself in my robe and rang for afternoon tea and scrolled through a few reels on my iPad as I waited for my tea delivery. It arrived, complete with an array of sandwiches and cakes and a pot of Lapsang Souchong tea. The server set it up on the coffee table and after he had gone, I sat and indulged, oh, the pleasure of it, extravagance at someone else's expense. I love it.

A call came in on my phone from Simone.

"Heard you were in town sweetie," she gushed, "shall we meet, where are you."

"At the Ritz darling, just having afternoon tea."

"So am I, shall I join you, what room are you in?"

I told her and then added, "be warned, I am not dressed, I have just come out of the shower, expect me as you find me."

"Oh, delicious," she said and cut the call. It took her three minutes, and she was knocking at my hotel room door. As I opened the door she swept in, rather theatrically, but then she has always been an over-the-top person.

We embraced, her pressing herself to me a little too forcefully, and then she sat next to me on the small sofa by the coffee table. "Help yourself," I said waving expansively over the afternoon tea presentation. "There's a second cup too, as long as you like Lapsang."

"Like it? God, I love it." And she took the second cup and poured herself a tea.

"Are you working tomorrow?" She asked me as she sipped at her tea.

"God no, I do the occasional background filler for Donatella, but that is all, I don't do any more commissions, I have stepped away from it."

"The town is buzzing with news of you being here," she said, "all the girlboys are almost cumming with anticipation."

"Well I don't know why, I am not into that and never have been, where these rumours come from is beyond me."

Her hand reached across and stroked my thigh just below where my robe ended. "Well, I know that darling, but perhaps we could refresh my memory," she said, her hand going under my robe and grasping at my hardening dick. She pulled my foreskin down and I gasped involuntarily, the pleasures running through me.

"Jesus," she said, "I always underestimate your size."

I said nothing, I simply undid my robe and pulled it open, my ten-inch dick standing straight, my balls hanging between my thighs. She bent forward and drew my dick into her mouth, her tongue hot and wet, barely managing to slide around the rim of my glans as her other hand massaged my balls. She wasted no time.

"You appear to be overdressed," I said.

"Oh, piffle." She stood up and the gown that she was wearing simply fell in a puddle at her feet and she was naked. Her nipples as large as ever, almost like corks on her breasts. Her stomach flat and her mons fully depilated. Her crease was slightly lower than most women I encountered, but her inner lips still protruded out, just as I remembered.

She held her hand out and as I took it, she pulled me to my feet and led me to the bed. My robe fell off my shoulders as we walked, and we both arrived naked. She pulled the covers back and sat, and then lay, on the bed. I knelt on the bed, my knees between her ankles and I leant forward, my arms pushing her legs apart as my mouth kissed her fanny, and then my tongue pressed into her valley.

"Oh Jesus Darling," she gasped, "you always knew the way to my heart.

I didn't reply with words, instead I licked and sucked her clitoris, my fingers holding her labia apart giving me free access to the sweetness of her fanny. I licked and I lapped, I sucked, and I gently blew, her fingers screwed into the mattress, her chest heaving as she gasped, no words, at worst sighs of pleasure.

My fingers that were holding her labia apart slipped down to her entrance, and pressed inside, two fingers from each hand slowly entered her, her gasps louder, her breath now gulps as I widened her fanny, preparing her, stretching her open for my penetration.

"Oh fuck darling," she whispered softly, "I am never prepared."

I let my fingers leave and I moved up her body and held my dick at her entrance. She held her breath, I pushed, her fanny widened, and my monster penetrated her, filling her, owning her.

"Oh dear God," she mumbled, her mouth desperately sucking in air as my dick filled her fanny, widening with my over two inches of girth, my dick bottoming out with inches to spare. I knew to be careful when I shagged her, perforating her fanny wasn't on my to do list.

I began to move, my dick slowly pulling back and then reversing and pushing in. My foreskin uncovering my glans on the in stroke, recovering it on the out, my balls just hanging in air. It was very rare that I found a woman with a deep enough fanny that could take me all, but that was no problem, my dick worked just fine with every woman I shagged.

"Oh Daniel," she gasped, "yes, I had forgotten, how could I forget," she asked rhetorically. In my experience few women I shagged forgot the experience, and some came back for more. Simone was one that always came back for more, pretending that she had forgotten the experience.

After Simone left, I showered again, I don't like going out with the aroma of fanny juice on me, and dressed in white silk shirt and tight black slacks, in the wrong light they would show my expanse, and in the right light it was invisible. There was a pre-show do this evening and I intended to mingle and see who was about.

"Darling," Donatella called as I entered the room, a room full of the most beautiful people, all seemingly wearing as little as possible. One woman, the on-off girlfriend of an American rapper was wearing nothing but nipple pasties and a fanny shield, it left nothing but doubt to doubt. Not brave, I thought, simply exhibitionistic.

I embraced Donatella and air kissed her ears. "Sweetie," I said, "so good to see you with so many friends." It was all false of course, people were only there for fear of the consequences if they didn't. I was fashionably late thanks to my tryst with Simone, who I saw suppling champagne with Flavatiori, a billionaire racing car entrepreneur.

"You must do a session for me," Donatella said, "I need your profile."

"Ha my darling friend, no, you don't, your product is the best in the world," I too can gush, "you don't need me to distract your clients."

I circled the room, talking with many old acquaintances, and as I was supping a glass of Dom Pérignon a girl in a sheer nude coloured dress came across.

"You seem alone," she said. "I am Angelique."

"Yes, perhaps I do, but I have the attention of most women in the room, and I am content. I am Daniel."

"Most, or all, of the women?"

"Oh, I would not presume that much," I replied, "most is almost presumptive."

"Surely only Donatella matters?" She replied.

"For many, yes, for me, no. I do not need her, although she seems to think that she needs me. She doesn't of course, her products speak for themselves."

She pressed herself against me and gasped as she realised how big I was.

"Oh goodness," she gasped.

I simply smiled and supped at my champagne.

"You are..." She started to say.

"Viewed as an asset," I finished, "although I really am not."

"Goodness. Have you been in any videos?"

"No, my goodness Angelique, that is so vulgar."

"We should get together," she said, "but I must circulate. You must not leave without me."

I smiled and simply said, "most of the women."

As she walked away, no backwards glance, she had made her presence felt in her opinion, in mine she was just another beautiful woman, Stefan appeared and passed me a glass of Dom Pérignon to replace my now empty glass.

"Daniel, long time."

"Yes Stefan, I rarely attend these shindigs. I am retired and well, I don't need them."

"But the business needs you Daniel, you should not walk away, not with your asset, it should be shared, it is too glorious to be hidden."

"Stefan it is just a dick, a cock, an appendage is all. The world should not be preoccupied with it."

"But it is Daniel and with good reason, it is a wonder of the world."

His hand reached forward and traced my dick through my trousers, a motion I didn't need as my dick would inevitably wake up and stretch the capacity of my trousers.

"How I would love to rise you dear boy," Stefan sighed as I stepped back and broke his contact.

"You know that is a no go." I said. I had in fact shagged many an arse, arses tend to be more accommodating, and I can enter with my whole length, unlike fannies which tend to be shorter and so I need to be careful, but the arses i shag tend to be on women, not men.

"Oh God, I know, I am devastated, you are so cruel."

"Don't be, you know you can have the pick of many a man here, you don't need an old retiree like me."

"Oh but I do darling," he said as he wandered off to find new tempting treats.

I continued circling the room, standing with Donatella several times as I was introduced to her circle of influence, many of whom I already knew, but Donatella wanted them to know that she had me in her circle. I simply played along. The evening moved along, and the champagne flowed. I had slowed down, I didn't want to drink too much and had switched to sparkling water.

I returned from a bathroom break and was accosted once more by Simone.

"You have been busy," she said, "for someone that doesn't want to be here."

"Now, whoever suggested I didn't want to be here? I don't want to model, that is something entirely different."

She laughed and pressed herself against me before moving off and circulating. Angelique came across and touched my arm.

"I thought that you had sneaked off without me." She said, a pout on her lips.

"I am a free agent Angelique," I replied, "and I am getting on in age, it could simply be past my bedtime."

"Perhaps," she said, "it is well past our bedtime."

"Now what are you suggesting?" I asked looking her directly in her dark eyes.

"You know what I am suggesting, I am suggesting that we go back to my room and explore."

"I see, and what would we find were we to undertake such explorations?"

"Pleasure, Daniel, absolute pleasure."

"That may be true, and indeed I have not had the pleasure with you, but in what way would it exceed the pleasures offered by the other beautiful people in the room?"

"If you don't accompany me, then you won't know. This could the first of many moments, or simply an missed opportunity never to be offered again."

So there it was, the threat, shag her tonight, or never shag her. That didn't bother me in the slightest, I could pretty much always find a shag if I wanted one. It was after midnight and people were beginning to leave. I waved at Donatella and followed Angelique out of the party.

In the lift she turned to me and kissed me, her breasts pressing into my chest, her hand rubbing my dick through my trousers.

"Goodness," she said, "what fun we shall have."

In her room she put the do not disturb on the door and the turned to me, kissing me again as we back pedalled to the bed, her fingers undoing my shirt buttons. I bumped into the bed and fell back, Angelique pulled my shirt open and sucked my nipples as her hands undid my slacks.

She stood up and grabbed my trousers and underpants, pulling them down and off in one movement, my dick pointed upwards. She pulled my foreskin down and then licked my rim, pleasures coursing through my body, pressures building, a tweak of a pain deep in my root inside me.

She opened her mouth and took my glans inside, sucking as she licked, my body twitching as the pleasures flowed. I pushed her back and turned her onto the bed, my hands massaging her breasts and then putting my hand up her dress I pulled her knickers down and off. I stood her up and undid her dress letting it fall to the floor to reveal her wonderful breasts and hard dick.

"Oh," I said.

"I thought you knew?"

"No, how could I?" It was not the first time I had been faced with a dick, but previously I had been more prepared. "Your boobs are stunning, I would never have guessed."

"They are natural. I am intersex, I have both."

"Wow, I have never met anyone like you before."

And it is true, I had head of what used to be called hermaphrodites, but had never met one or even anyone that had met one, I had presumed that they were mythological. I needed to get down there and see what was what, but I have to confess, sucking a dick wasn't high on my to do list for this evening.

I suckled her breasts, and as my mouth was working up north, my hand went down south, behind her dick, and there it was, a fanny, between her dick and her arse, I mentally breathed a sigh of relief. I couldn't find her clitoris, I presumed that was in effect her dick, no worries, I circled a finger around her entrance, and slowly I pushed two fingers into her fanny, she gasped.

I felt her fanny walls, their bumps and ripples, everything inside was normal, it was just the elephant in the room, her dick, that was throwing me off my stride. I moved up and kissed her mouth, my tongue seeking hers as my fingers delved inside her.

"On your knees," I whispered into her mouth, "I want to suck you and fuck you like the woman that you are."

She sighed heavily and rolled away from me, perching on her forearms and knees, I approached her rear. The view from behind was almost normal, her arse pucker and below the labia surrounding her fanny. I leant forward and ran my tongue down her arse crack, across her crinkle and then tasting the nectar on her fourchette, before dabbing my tongue into her sweet hot fanny, my nose pressed against the wrinkly skin of her crinkle.

"Oh, God, yes," she gasped as my tongue pressed inside her. I lapped her flavours, her heat radiating like four bar fire, my own breath gasping. I eased back and rose to my knees, my monster at her gate. I eased forward, her lubrication allowing passage as I very slowly pressed my dick at her entrance.

Her petals gave way and I entered her domain, my dick widening her fanny more than it had known. I pressed forward, going deeper, deeper and not hitting resistance. I was careful, and then I hit bottom, I was all the way inside her, a truly rare event, one as rare as her body.

"Fuck," she gasped as I began to ease back, my dick savouring being hugged by a fanny for its whole length. Almost out I pushed back in, this time not having to be careful, I pressed in, her fanny squeezing the length of my dick, my foreskin pulled back, my rim released and scraping her bumps and ripples.

"Oh fuckity fuck," she gasped as I found her depth once more, "oh Jesus, you are so big."

Well, yes I am, and it was rare to be able to shag a fanny and not have to exercise restraint, my shagging became faster, my pubis cracking against her buttocks, the sound of the slaps echoing around the hotel room, I pressed in harder and harder, my tempo faster and I felt the pinch inside and knew I was about to explode.

"Argh," I gasped loudly as my orgasm erupted, spewing my spunk into her fanny, flooding her inside with my creamy white seed. I slowed and stopped moving, and then eased back, my dick falling from her fanny with a gurgle, followed by a small river of white. I rolled onto my back and lay beside her.

She opened her eyes and looked at me.

"Thank you," she said.

"For what?" I enquired.

"Treating me like a woman and simply fucking me. That is so rare, usually men think they have to fuck my arse or suck my dick, and they really don't."

"I saw a beautiful woman and treated her accordingly," I said, what else could I say? I for sure hadn't wanted to suck her dick.

Back in my own hotel room I showered and hit my bed. I didn't know what time breakfast stopped being served, but I planned to go down at around nine and get some coffee and cereal, and for that I needed some sleep. I set the alarm on my phone, put my eye mask on and lay down reflecting on an interesting day.