A Model Mother Pt 06

Emily got a warm feeling the next morning when she saw the cum-stained floor in her shop and had to resist another masturbation session as the memories flooded back. The feeling of sheer naughtiness as she fingered herself to a beautiful climax whilst those two young men came all over her was unforgettable.

But she had work to do and, with a little twinge of sadness, mopped away the evidence of last night's fun.

The floor was still wet when Shannon arrived. Emily was pleased to see her as she had a proposal.

"Hi Emily," Shannon smiled warmly. She looked tired, Emily thought, and she told her so.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sick to be honest. The supermarket's twenty-four hours now, I didn't get home until after midnight as I was on a late shift, and now I'm in again at ten this morning.

"Well, maybe you'll be interested in what I've got to say then -- what time's your bus?"

"I've got about ten minutes -- what's up?" She glanced over at the top shelf, where Emily's pretty face looked down on them from the cover of 'Shaven Havens'. "Oh wow! You are the cover girl again!"

"I certainly am!" Emily said, "It's quite an explicit set, I've sold over one hundred copies and it's only been out a few days!" She glowed with pleasure. The thrill at her inappropriate behaviour never faded. She felt a rush of anticipation and excitement wash over her as Shannon took down a copy, and pride as she complimented her on her appearance.

"Wow. Your body is absolutely perfect. I was going to say, 'for your age', but it's just perfect full stop. I'm so jealous of those boobs. You are so hot!" The fact that Emily was ramming a huge banana inside herself with a look of ecstasy fixed on her face in every shot wasn't mentioned.

"So, it's quite apt, with you complaining about work. Rebecca, you've met her right? She does a few evenings and a Saturday for me. She was on a gap year, but she's starting Uni soon. So, I'm going to need some help in the shop."

"Oh! Right, I see! I don't know, I mean I'm next in line for a manager slot at the supermarket, so I'm not sure working in a shop would be the best career move. I mean, I'd like to help you out and all, but..."

"I'm not talking about just working in a shop, Shannon. I'm feeling like I'm ready to take a step back from the day-to-day, what with the modelling and all. Mike ran himself into the ground, working all hours here, and there's really no need.

"The accountant calls this place a little goldmine, profits are through the roof. So, I'm certain that I can afford to pay for a manager, to keep things running properly for me, and still make a living. And I'm actually getting good money from the modelling too, I'm quite prolific with that right now.

"Of course, the modelling isn't going to last forever. But there's still plenty just with the shop, to keep both of us quite comfortably. And I'll be helping you and Stephen out -- I know the supermarket doesn't pay very well."

"Oh wow, Emily! Do you really think I can? How much are you thinking? If you don't mind me asking?"

"It's a relevant question, of course I don't mind," Emily smiled. "And I'd say it's negotiable. But I was thinking in the region of Twenty K. And yes, I'm sure you can manage it just fine. If I can, I'm certain you can."

Shannon's eyes widened at the sum Emily was proposing.

"What! Seriously? Twenty grand? That's quite a bit more than Stephen gets! It's nearly double what I'm on at the minute. Are you sure you can afford that?"

"Easily," Emily smiled. "But I think you will probably be worth more, so we'll revisit in six months and see about increasing that - if you've taken to the job as well as I think you will, and sales are still good."

"Actually though," Shannon pondered. "It sounds amazing and all, but I don't think Stephen will feel great that I'm earning so much more than him. He's got a good business, but he's not long out of his apprenticeship. He thinks he's going to be earning a lot more pretty soon though, he's got a couple of certifications coming which will give him more earning power."

"Stephen doesn't need to know exactly what I'm paying you, if you don't want him to. You're right, men can be funny about that sort of thing, so just pick a number and tell him. You can always put some away for a rainy day -- set up a pension or a savings account."

Shannon's eyes were wide at the life changing news Emily had just dealt her.

"Emily, this is just amazing! You don't have to, you know, just because we're going to be family and all."

"You're right, I don't have to, but you will be helping me out as much as the other way round. I've been thinking about hiring a manager, but finding the right person, someone competent, who I could trust, that wasn't something I've been looking forward to.

"Well, provisionally it's a 'yes'. But I think I probably need to discuss with Stephen, it's a big change. But I can't see any reason why not. It sounds amazing, thank you Emily! That's my bus -- I'll pop in tomorrow and let you know!"

Emily had booked an appointment at the doctor's that afternoon. She'd had the presence of mind to remember that fingering yourself using the lubrication of two young and fertile men's semen is not wise if you want to avoid pregnancy. Luckily her cycle meant it was very unlikely to be a problem this time. Moving forward, she decided that it would be a good idea if she went on the pill, which her doctor provided without question.

Later on in the evening he phoned Alan with her proposal, whereupon she'd provide him with material, and he'd pay her the going rate. She'd enjoyed her night at the local camera club so much, and there were several guys there which meant a lot more pictures than Alan could produce.

Aside from that, Emily had loved exposing herself to so many more eyes. And the guys had indicated they were more than happy to take on the mantle of Emily's official photographers. So everyone was happy

Everyone except Alan, who wasn't hugely enthused by this, as he had definitely been getting an amazing deal up to now. But he didn't have much choice and agreed without any real fuss. It wasn't a bad deal, Emily signed all the rights to her pictures over to him and he'd still be making good money.

It was a full week until her next shoot with the camera club. The first thing she noticed, on her arrival, was the studio area seemed distinctly less roomy that it had been the previous time.

"Is it just me or are there more of you tonight?" she mused as Anne did her make-up.

"Yes, sorry, is that OK?" Will said apologetically. "Word got around, you know. We have a few new members, and a couple who have returned. I can't think what might have tempted them back... I hope you don't mind?"

"Fine by me," Emily smiled. "More people means more pictures, right?" It also meant more eyes on her body, she told herself excitedly. Glancing around she counted fifteen guys in attendance tonight. Fifteen! Again, she recognised some of the new faces, she was quite familiar with a large chunk of the town's male population.

There was a crate of beer on a table and lots of the guys were swigging from a bottle. This was giving the evening a more relaxed feel than last time, which Emily liked.

"Pass me one of those, would you?" She smiled. Motioning to the box of beer, and she was soon sipping one of her own.

Last week's shoot was fun, but it was very tame by her standards. Emily pushed things along much more quickly this time. Rather than waiting to be directed, she made sure her poses quickly passed through tasteful and sensual into graphic and explicit.

The additional guys in attendance seemed to give her additional drive and confidence. She made love to their lenses, one at a time. Once she was stripped out of her sexy secretary style outfit, she made a point of getting completely wanton in her poses. Her hand was between her legs or squeezing a breast up and toward the camera in most of the shots.

Looking around at all the eyes watching her, she saw several men who didn't even own a camera, or if they did, they weren't using it. They were simply there to watch her perform, it seemed. Emily liked this, even though her 'more people, more pictures' assumption didn't seem accurate.

After about an hour of this, and a couple of costume changes, it was too much for her. Ignoring one of the new member's request to conceal her vagina for a sensual, teasing shot, she instead began circling her clit with her middle finger. There was no instruction, warning or request, she simply started playing with herself.

I'm doing it! She told herself proudly. She'd been fantasising about eight pairs of eyes watching her do this since the last session. Today there were nearly double this number, which was doubling her excitement.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it," she explained girlishly. "This is getting me so fucking horny!"

Some of the men let their cameras hang around their neck and simply watched, others continued to snap away as Emily masturbated for the room.

"I'm such a naughty girl, aren't I?!" she whimpered. "I just can't wait until I get home!"

She'd prepared these words, even practiced them in the mirror. She wanted everyone to know how much she loved the sexual freedom, the thrill of saying and doing what very few women were prepared to do.

Emily was lying back on the bed, completely naked except for a pair of blue heels, which she had tried to remove on a couple of occasions, but at the protests of the men had kept them on. Fixing her gaze upon one guy at a time, she raised herself up on her heels, balancing on one elbow and thrusting her bare crotch towards first one lens and then another.

Alternating between sliding a wet finger over her clit and slipping fingers inside, she hypnotised each man in turn. And as they fell under the spell, her pleasure increased. Occasionally she'd bring a moist finger to her lips and taste herself on it, loving the sound of camera shutters increasing in frequency as she posed for them.

"God, I fucking love this," she sighed as her orgasm began. "All you men watching me cum for you. FUCK!"

There were no more words but lots of moaning and an obscene squelching as Emily fingered herself to a shuddering climax, before falling back, taking a minute to catch her breath as the pleasure subsided for the time being. Although she was struggling to focus, she could hear the camera shutters still going, and reached down with both hands to hold her pussy wide open, allowing them to record her post-orgasmic vagina for posterity.

Returning to reality, she sat up, smiling and flushed.

"Wow! Sorry, I just couldn't help myself!" She said with a sheepish look. "You can probably tell I love my new job a bit too much sometimes!"

There were no complaints. Emily suddenly found herself craving the sight of a naked man, of a hard penis. Looking around the room there were fifteen opportunities, fifteen guys, each with her favourite toy separated from her by only a thin piece of material.

This felt like a crossroads moment. She'd just brought herself off in front of all these guys. She could see at least five or six were sporting very obvious erections. She was lying legs apart on the bed, all eyes on her body. She craved the taste of cum, which she'd come to associate with her happiest moments.

Fuck! She thought to herself. Somehow, with an enormous effort of willpower, she resisted the urge to start feeling those crotches, freeing cocks and taking the consequences. All in good time, she told herself. For now, she needed to feel something inside.

Draining her beer bottle, she licked the neck seductively. Click, click went the shutters. She brandished it brazenly, holding it between her breasts and licking the tip, her lovely firm tits holding the bottle in place.

The audience were desperately hoping this bottle was going where they thought it belonged. If any of them had been in the pub opposite the engagement party just a few months ago, they would know already that they should not worry, Emily would gladly do exactly what they wanted.

Emily felt the cold glass and it took her back to that night. She'd felt so totally dirty, so completely shameless, pushing that beer bottle deep up inside herself for both her own pleasure and the arousal of three men. Tonight, there were fifteen -- and one woman, Will's wife Anne -- watching on.

The sound of the cameras faded for a few seconds and Emily heard a few low moans, gasps, and intakes of breath as it was eased inside her gently.

"Does that look good?" she smiled around the room. The guys had all congregated, leaning over each other and squashing together to try to ensure all of them could enjoy the view. With one arm she hooked around the back of her leg, pulling it back so her knee was beside her ear. With the other, a single finger was maintaining pressure on the base of the clear bottle.

This gentle touch was very slowly, very gradually causing it to slide inside. Emily was in no rush, this was perfect. The shutters started again, the initial shock and surprise replaced with an eagerness to ensure none of this was missed. Emily reacted to this increase in activity by starting to fuck herself with the bottle.

"Oh, fuck that feels good!" she breathed. "I hope it looks as good as it feels!"

Repeating her feat from the pub, she rotated the bottle and eased the thick end inside. Working it deeper, it was now almost all the way in. Her pretty labia embracing the bottle, the neck protruding obscenely.

Moving her hand away, she posed like that silently for half a minute, looking down at herself with almost as much pleasure and lust as the men in the room.

"I bet you can see right up inside me, can you?" she wondered. "This is so fucking hot. Make sure you get plenty of pictures!"

As requested, the men with the cameras moved closer, some of them almost touching the bottle with their lens before moving back to let others get their take on the scene. Emily smiled around at any camera that she saw pointed in her direction. She also smiled above the crouched cameramen at the guys who were just watching on from behind them.

The sight of these newcomers who appeared to be present simply to watch Emily perform felt so perfectly wrong, Emily was beside herself with the need for release. This was so much better than she'd dreamed. There was only one thing that could make it any better.

"Oh, fucking hell I'm such a dirty bitch!" she congratulated herself. "Do you like watching how naughty I can get? Am I getting you hard?"

The question was directed at everyone in the room. Emily wanted every cock hard, she wanted everyone to lust after her. And she wanted -- needed -- to see and feel real appreciation. Appreciation which was warm, wet and salty. Appreciation which anointed her naked skin. Appreciation which emanated from a nice, hard penis.

This had not been on her agenda for this evening. She had planned on pushing things further tonight, but masturbating for the guys was as far as she'd meant to go. But now, surrounded by aroused men, on the brink of a second orgasm brought on by a glass bottle rammed resoundingly inside her soaking pussy, all of which was being recorded in hundreds of pictures across a range of expensive cameras, now she had to at least see a cock.

Looking around for a likely candidate, her gaze fixed on one of the voyeurs. She might have chosen him because of his good looks, or his slightly younger age than most of the attendees. It might have been the impressive bulge in his loose trousers.

But no, it was simply because he was the first man she made eye contact with. Stretching out an arm, she gestured with a curling finger for him to approach.

Like a zombie he obeyed. As soon as he was within touching distance, Emily's hand was adhered to the iron bar in his trousers. Shutters again stalled for a moment, as the room tried to digest what was happening. The cock was freed, and Emily grasped it in triumph. It was a nice one, she thought. But then, she couldn't actually recall seeing one she didn't like, and the number she was meeting was increasing almost daily.

Still grasping the first, Emily's head turned to her right. There was another one just a metre away.

"You too," she smiled simply, holding out her hand expectantly.

The pictures from that moment were to remain amongst her favourites for years to come. Spreadeagled on the bed, bottle snuggly nestled in her tight, wet pussy, she grasped a hard penis in each hand and smiled into the many lenses.

All of a sudden, the sound of the camera shutters resumed. Emily felt like a film star -- a very slutty one, but the sound made her think of the paparazzi. Putting her best camera face on, she gripped those solid cocks with a sense of real pride and achievement. She was proud of herself. She'd planned to build up to this moment over weeks, maybe even months. But, no, she couldn't wait that long.

Releasing the cocks and enjoying the sight of them snapping upwards to the ceiling as she did so, she reached back to her bottle, easing it out before plunging it back inside. It felt just perfect.

"Wank over me," Emily said, quietly but clearly. One hand pumped the bottle steadily, the other was flicking her clit again. Her expression was one of utter surrender to the slut which had completely possessed her.

"You heard me," she said, almost aggressively, looking up at the cocks hovering just above and to either side of her face. "Pull those cocks for me. I want you to give me your cum -- all of it!"

Her focus turned inwards as her orgasm built all the more. Her eyes kept closing involuntarily as the pleasure surged, but she forced herself to open them again. She couldn't miss the sight of the guys masturbating for her, and the faces watching on, entranced by what she was doing.

Eyes and cameras were glued to her naked body. Her cunt was stretched by a clear glass bottle which was in danger of disappearing inside her. And two perfect, solid dicks were pumping hard. Emily was in heaven.

"Oh Christ this is so fucking hot!" she hissed, her climax taking over. "Wank over me! Fucking cover this slutty little whore with your spunk!"

Both men started almost simultaneously. Firing down streams of sperm from either side of Emily. Laughing and smiling in delight, her head turned left and right, receiving tributes from both sides. Cum splattered into the side of her head, her shoulder and each breast. With each drop that landed on her, the pumping of the bottle into her desperate cunt became more urgent.

She felt like she might have lost consciousness, so strong was her orgasm. As her senses came back to her, she was pleased to see the cameras continued to click away. She couldn't wait to see the results of all their hard work.

Easing the bottle out of herself, she smiled and pouted into the lens as her gaping cunt slowly contracted. Hearing a rhythmic slapping sound to her left, she turned, and was faced with another large, erect penis, being manhandled at the sight of Emily's activities. This one was uninvited, but equally as welcome as the others had been.

"Oh hello!" she smiled, looking up at the owner. The bright studio light was directly in her eyes, and she couldn't make out who it was, but he had a lovely dick.

"Well, isn't this a nice..." This was as far as she got. A jet of semen shot directly into her eye, swiftly followed by another which struck her top lip, sending a great deal up her nose and into her mouth. She gamely refused to turn away, but this was practically an assault. Stream after stream continued hitting her full in the face, blinding her in the other eye and filling her other nostril so that her mouth had to open to breathe.

As soon as her mouth opened, she was almost drowned as a large spurt of cum immediately hit the back of her throat. She managed to recover and held her mouth open, still the sperm continued to land in and around her mouth.