Portia continued, looking down at the model's long legs encased in pantyhose and saying, as she pulled down her skirt, "For the record, pantyhose are out, my dear. It's either thigh highs or garter-belt and stockings."
Camelia just said, "Oh," to the words of the older woman, still shocked that she was staring at a pussy... a hairy pussy. Every girl she worked with was completely shaved. It was actually the very first thing her agent insisted on before her first photo shoot.
Portia acted as if it was no big deal that her pussy was in clear view as she moved around the young woman and said, "Shit, you have an amazingly tight ass."
"Thanks," Camelia said, knowing she did indeed have an amazing ass.
Portia moved her hands to the pantyhose clad ass and gave it a firm squeeze. "Shit, I wish my ass was this tight."
Camelia's eyes went wide at the sudden feeling of hands on her ass as she was touched by the older woman.
When the young woman didn't protest, as Portia was confident she wouldn't, she moved her hand around, slid it inside the young girl's silky pantyhose and to her panties in one quick strike.
Camelia let out a surprised moan at both the shock of what was happening and the spark of pleasure that coursed through her at being touched so intimately.
Portia purred, as she kissed the young model's neck, "Your pussy is wet, my dear."
Camelia knew it was and didn't know why. Yet, she protested even though she didn't move, continuing to allow her pussy to be touched outside her damp panties, "Ma'am, please, this is wrong."
"Your pussy disagrees with you," Portia pointed out, as her finger slid past the panties and moved directly to the wet pussy.
"Oooooh," Camelia moaned, as the finger parted her pussy lips, her head going light. She knew she should move away, take the finger out of her pussy, but she didn't... and she didn't know why.
"Just let go, my dear," Portia whispered, as she continued kissing the back of her prey's neck.
"Oh God," Camelia whimpered, the hot breath on her neck, mixed with the finger teasing her pussy making her a confused mess. She wasn't a lesbian and had refused more than a few advances by fellow models who almost all seemed to be either lesbians or at the very least bi. Yet, she hadn't ever been interested in other women before, but at this moment she was no longer sure that was still the case.
"You like that, my dear?" Portia asked, as she moved to the model's ear and tugged on it with her teeth.
"Ma'am, I, oh," Camelia whimpered, trying to regain control of the situation, even though she couldn't think straight. "Please, stop."
"You sure?" Portia asked, as her finger slid slightly inside the young woman, as far as it could in her current awkward position.
"Ooooh, God," Camelia trembled, as her pussy was invaded.
"How bad do you want this part, Camelia?" Portia asked, as she moved around slowly to face the pretty model, all the while keeping her finger inside the wet box.
"Badly," Camelia answered the question, as the finger went deeper inside her, creating new pleasure.
Portia leaned in and kissed the dazed and horny young woman. Portia knew some of her friends tended to be very aggressive in their seductions and Portia could be too, but while her friends were also dominant in their seductions and relationships with their submissive lovers, Portia liked to give and receive, to enjoy the intimacy that only two women could give each other. Sure she had been with men, lots and lots of men, although more times than not a blow job or a tit job got the job done (although she was willing to give up her pussy or ass when need be as she climbed the ladder to the position she was currently in), but she preferred women.
"And are you willing to do whatever it takes to get the part?" Portia asked, as she explored inside Camelia's pussy searching for the g-spot.
"Yes," Camelia moaned loudly, as a sudden wave of pleasure hit her when the older woman found her elusive, never before reached, g-spot.
Portia tapped on the g-spot, knowing that almost no man and even very few women could find the g-spot. Because of her gift for finding it, many women came back for more and thus Portia was never short of eager women to please her. That said, she loved adding new women to her list, the thrill of the chase its own erotic reward.
"Have you ever eaten pussy?" Portia asked, as she continued to tease the young woman, but refused to allow her to explode... she long ago knew driving a woman to the point of euphoria would have them doing things they never imagined doing.
"Nooooo," Camelia answered, as her body completely gave into the pleasure.
"But you're going to eat mine, aren't you?" Portia asked, as she suddenly stopped tapping the g-spot of the moaning prey.
Camelia's orgasm was about to erupt and the sudden ceasing of her g-spot being tapped had her desperate. She answered before she even had time to process her words. "Yes."
Portia pulled her finger out of the horny young girl, moved to her desk, hopped onto it, spread her legs wide and ordered, "Come and earn the part, Camelia."
Camelia's eyes went big, even as frustration coursed through her. She was seconds away from coming and now she seemed held in this state of almost there. And as she looked at the older woman, legs spread, she knew this was the moment. Do as she was told and she would likely get a role in the new Matt Damon movie. Refuse and her acting career may be over before it started.
Portia purred, as she parted her pussy lips, "I promise Camelia, once you get me off, I will finish what I started."
Her pussy on fire, these were the words she needed to hear. A promise to have the orgasm that was bubbling just below the surface finally erupt. As she walked the few feet to the older woman, she was doing this no longer to get a part (although that was hopefully a fringe benefit of her first pussy eating experience), but to feel more of the pleasure the older woman gave her... pleasure she had never experienced before. Never in her life had she wanted to come more than she did now.
Reaching her, Camelia paused, 'this is it', she thought to herself... 'the point of no return'. She knew that if she dropped to her knees and buried her face in the pussy in front of her, she was no better than the models she had resented who sucked cock or allowed themselves to be fucked to get gigs. She had always refused breaking her morals for a job... yet again... her body protested: this was about finally reaching the pleasure Portia had begun earlier, not about some job.
Portia waited patiently. She loved watching the internal struggle live... a struggle that almost always ended with the prey between her legs. And she had learned that, almost without fail, once a woman tastes that first pussy, especially hers, there was no going back. A new door had been opened and there was no way she was going to close it.
Camelia looked up into the smiling older woman's eyes and saw her give a slight nod and heard the whisper, "Go ahead, Camelia, you get me off and I will get you off." That seemed to be the last push she needed as Camelia lowered herself onto her knees, and slowly, tentatively, moved her face to the hairy pussy.
As Camelia's face reached the pussy, she was shocked at how strong the scent was. It was indescribable... exotic... slightly fishy... sweet. A paradox of scents and yet that was the only way she could describe it. She then leaned forward and began licking. The hair was abundant and yet she found a path to the wetness and licked.
Camelia's pussy leaked into her panties as she tasted her first pussy. She had no idea what one would taste like, but had assumed it would be real fishy as that was how her last boyfriend described it... yet that wasn't the taste at all. It was tangy and with the slightest scent of strawberries.
Portia watched as the young girl's eyes got big as she began licking... the look of surprise and addiction mixed as one. She knew then that she had a new submissive if she needed one.
Camelia lapped slowly, exploring the pussy with the eagerness and attentiveness of an explorer on an archelogy dig. She was completely captivated by the smell, the taste and just the act of pleasing. She licked every inch of the pussy; she flicked the swollen clit, which made the older woman moan loudly and she buried her nose in the pubic hairs that seemed to capture the full bouquet of the exotic, unique scent.
Portia was impressed with the eagerness and thoroughness of the virgin pussy pleaser. She moaned, "You're a natural, Camelia."
Camelia looked up and asked, keeping her face buried in heaven, "A natural what?"
"Pussy pleaser," Portia answered, looking down at her. "I can't believe you have never munched on a cunt before."
The words were ludicrous and nasty, yet they only seemed to enhance the wetness down below for the young first time pussy pleaser. Instead of being insulted or mortified, she was proud that she was getting a compliment. She began licking faster and with more aggression, now wanting to taste the full flood of the older woman's pussy juice... she wanted to make her come.
