Debbie Daniels had been a top notch pin up model, notable for her large, natural 36E breasts, which looked particularly large given her diminutive 5'1" frame. It had been years since she had done a photo shoot, yet she still remained one of the most popular big tit models, with a significant fan base across the globe.
Now 36 years old, Debbie had run into financial difficulties. She had made a decent living as a nurse's assistant, but her lack of formal schooling, combined with her luxurious tastes, had left her with $25,000 in credit card debt. She had been glad to put nude modeling behind her, but desperate for cash, she explored the possibility of posing once again.
She called John Wolf, the head of the Victory publishing group, who had overseen Debbie's earlier photo shoots and videos. She trusted John as a straight shooter, who had never misled or treated her unfairly, a rarity in an industry overrun with creeps and crooks.
"I was hoping to earn some money," Debbie told him. "Do you think there's still an interest in me? I've kept myself in good condition and if anything, my breasts have gotten larger and fuller. I might even be a G cup now."
"So nice to hear from you," John responded, "and you still have a ton of fans. But boy has this industry changed. Glamour isn't important anymore and there are girls out there who will do anything for the smallest amount of money possible. So a glamour shoot pays maybe $200 - hardly worth getting out of bed for."
Debbie swallowed hard. "What about racier shoots?" Debbie asked.
"You're not going to like what you hear," John told her. "Girl-girl soft is $250; girl-girl hard is $500; girl-boy soft is one to two thousand and girl-boy hard is ten to fifteen thousand."
Debbie knew what hard meant but couldn't bring herself to contemplate being filmed having actual sex. "What's involved in boy-girl soft?" She asked. "What do I have to do?"
"It's very tasteful," John explained. "You pose like you are having sex, but you don't do anything. Don't get me wrong - you have to hold the guy's cock and simulate tit fucking, but you don't have to put his cock in your mouth, pussy or any other orifice."
"I see," Debbie murmured, thinking about the possibility. She couldn't imagine what her Mom and friends might think if they saw her in such a shoot. But she knew she needed money - not hundreds of dollars but thousands of dollars. "Would I get a say in who the guy is?" Debbie asked.
"Not completely," John told her. "Best I can do is send you a sample of photos and let you pick the guy."
"I'll do it," Debbie told him impulsively. "Send over the photos."
When the photos arrived in her inbox, Debbie laughed. There were photos of five men and some of them had goofy expressions on their faces. One was holding his erect, throbbing cock in front of him as if it were a club. Another was covered with tattoos, which Debbie didn't like. She finally settled on a lean, but muscular man, with dark hair. She picked him because he had the smallest cock - it was still probably eight inches, but the last thing she wanted was a monstrous ten inch cock near her. She let John know her selection and they scheduled the shoot. Debbie negotiated a cheap plane fare so that her net take from the shoot could be as large as possible.
As Debbie approached the studio for the shoot, her mind was racing. "Can I really do this?" She asked herself. "What if the guy thinks I'm ugly?" From her experience, she knew that some men found her gorgeous - "breast men" she called them - while others preferred slim, model types. She remembered overhearing a thin Italian man pointing in her direction and referring to her as "a cow." On the other hand, many times she had experienced men nearly drooling at the sight of her breasts.
Holding her breath, she entered the studio. The model, Robert, was already waiting for her. She was pleased to see how attractive and friendly he looked. After they were introduced, Robert told her, "John sent me your picture, but Wow! you are even prettier in person." Debbie blushed.
John broke the ice by explaining the set up. He had a series of scenes he wanted to shoot and would walk them through them in sequence, directing Robert and Debbie as to how to arrange themselves. They moved to the set, which was made to look like a seaside bedroom. The shoot started out with the two of them clothed. John positioned them so they were embracing and then instructed them in a series of shots where Robert was removing Debbie's blouse and bra, along with shots of him kissing her breasts and sucking her nipples. Debbie felt awkward at the staged shoots and she finally put her head down and walked off the small set.
"Maybe this isn't for you," John consoled her, putting his arm around her.
Debbie held back the tears. "I can't back out; I need the money."
"Maybe it's not worth it," John told her. "Look, I'll pay your travel expenses and we'll just do a solo shoot. If you aren't comfortable with this, it's a sign you shouldn't do it."
Debbie looked up at John and smiled. She felt safe with him - he had her best interests at heart. "I want to do this," she told him, looking him straight in the eye. "Maybe we can make this more relaxing. What if you limit the instructions and just let Robert and I take it slow - I think that would be easier for me."
"Okay," John agreed. He then went to Robert and explained the situation. "Romance her a little," he told him. "Take it slow."
John stayed in the background snapping photos as Robert and Debbie took things slowly. Robert held Debbie in his arms and kissed her lightly on the lips, then up and down her neck. He gently caressed the sides of Debbie's breasts while kissing her fully on the lips. Debbie began to feel her tension dissipate and she began to kiss John in response. As he was kissing her, Debbie undid his belt and then descended kisses down his chest and stomach as she slid to the ground, pulling his pants down, revealing a straining erection inside his tight briefs. Robert stepped out of his pants and Debbie pulled his briefs down, unleashing his cock. With Robert naked, Debbie pressed her face against his cock and held his buttocks tightly, her breasts straddling his legs. Robert's cock grew even further erect.
Robert groaned and lifted Debbie onto the bed. He sucked her nipple, pulling and stretching her tit upward. Debbie bit her upper lip at the combination of pain and pleasure. Removing her remaining clothing, he kissed along her thighs and blew warm air onto her open cunt. Excited, Debbie lost all restraint and grabbed Robert by the head, pulling him into her cunt.
Taking this as a cue to go further, Robert began to eat Debbie's pussy, lovingly caressing her labia and circling and flitting about her clit with his tongue. Debbie arched her back as Robert made love to her with his mouth. John continued to snap shots of the action and after several minutes, Debbie erupted in a spasm of orgasms, her body shuddering.
Leaning forward Debbie pulled Robert forward and engulfed his cock in her mouth. "Oh God," Robert cried out, as Debbie tongued and sucked his erect penis. Manipulating his hips, she drove him into and out of her mouth, her tongue and lips caressing his swollen shaft.
"God, I've got to stop," Robert told her. "I'm going to blow."
Debbie let her mouth open and released his engorged cock. "Fuck me," she commanded him.
Robert began to fuck her missionary position, as Debbie writhed in pleasure and sensitivity. After several minutes, she stopped Robert. Confused, he pulled out and then Debbie told him, "I want to be on top." She climbed on top of him and, impaling her cunt on his cock, began to grind and thrust. Prior to tonight, it had been months since her last orgasm, and Debbie found herself climaxing again. She threw her head back and let out a low, sustained groan. Collapsing on Robert, her breasts fell into his face and he greedily sucked on her nipples and squeezed her breasts as he began to thrust more violently, his hips bucking.
"Ahem," John cleared his throat. "I hate to even bring this up, but I was hoping to get a shot of you titfucking."
