Mollys Special 1

I have been enjoying this site for five years, but have not had the courage to publish my own works. That being said, I present my first submission.

I had originally submitted this story to the "Illustrated" Category. It was rejected.

Here is the original text of my story, with all images removed. Hopefully you, the reader, can imagine the eroticism using the verbal descriptions contained in parentheses I added after the words

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. All the text messages that would have been sent alongside a removed image sent by any of the characters will be bold and italicized.

Hope you enjoy.

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I have the privilege of being married to a smoke show. No, no really, many men brag about their partners assets, but my better half is the definition of "wet dream". A little bit about her.

Molly is of Irish heritage as her name may imply, but unlike the stereotypical "hot" Irishwoman, she is not a redhead with freckles. She is however, a stunning brunette with gorgeous long curly hair. Her curls are a delight to run my fingers through and I love when she's on top of me (clothed or unclothed) and her mane hangs down to my face, delightfully tickling my nostrils with their fragrance. At the age of twenty-seven, her porcelain complexion is a flawless ivory, and blushes warm, red radiance when she's embarrassed or aroused.

Top all that off with a lithe 37-24-38 figure at five foot five inches tall, that would give any Penthouse centerfold a run for the money, you can easily understand how I am constantly aroused around her. And when she decides to dress provocatively (which she will often do for my benefit) she commands both the male and female attention of any room she walks through.

Don't believe me? Here look. This is her in the proverbial little black dress:

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: (They say a picture is worth a thousand words, The woman previously pictured here would take at least ten thousand!)

My older brother constantly reminds me that "She's way out of your league!" Yeah, he's right, but then, I have always been lucky. She picked me up in a bar called Sneaky Pete's, but that's a story for another time. This story is about the first time she decided to indulge my personal favorite fantasy.

Molly works for a top shelf modeling agency, and as a "personal assistant", she is constantly surrounded by, to quote the Eagles, men who were "brutally handsome" to her "terminally pretty". Her boss, Antonio (Tony) personifies "Italian Stallion". (see below):

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(Think stud.)

At six two and thirty years old, he IS in her league, and is constantly trying to encourage her out of her panties. (We share a mutual Italian heritage and go back as friends since grade school.) And to be honest, I wouldn't be angry if she decided to drop them for him. Maybe intrigued by her finally giving in, indulging my need to see her delighted and satisfied, but ultimately, extremely aroused if it were to happen. You see, from the first time we were naked together, I made it clear to Molly that she was made for torrid sex, and I would never deny her the opportunity. She would just giggle and tell me I was enough. (But we all know better, don't we fellas). No, a woman like her should never be possessed, but rather secure enough in her partner's love to know he would never deny her ecstasy. He might even be driven to find moments of unbridled sexual delirium for her. (Which is the basis of this story and what I endeavored to accomplish.) I devised a plan to bestow upon my loving nymph an orgasmic Valentine's Day.

I gave Tony a call. Being good friends, he never hesitated to let me know how Molly drives him crazy with desire. "Tony, you got a photographer who can be discreet and respectful?" I asked. "A couple of them," he said. "Given the chance, if Molly gave into your proposals and advances, would you be willing to capture it in a great photoshoot?" I asked. "Frankie, don't break my balls, she's never going to go for that!" he stated rather excitedly. I think my proposal caught him off guard. "Give me a chance Tony, and maybe both you and I will get our greatest fantasy to come to life! Let's make this upcoming Valentine's Day a moment we can revisit over and over again in a portfolio of eroticism." (I confess, I

am

a card-carrying ardent voyeur. I love to watch.) "What do you mean?" he continued. "She's attracted to you Tony, but won't admit it. On more than one night she's spoken your name in her dreams, followed by what I can only describe as sounds she only makes in the throes of passion. Deep down she wants a piece of your action. I want to make her desires a reality and I want a record of the event and am betting you'll be able to sell the layout portfolio for big bucks if you get her to sign a release."

"Tell her you have a client who saw her in your office and is willing to pay for an erotic photoshoot with her in it. Tell her that it may involve nudity, compromising positions and intimate poses, and to help to put her at ease by letting her know that you would stand in as her partner doing the shoot and you will make her feel comfortable as well as sexy. On more than one occasion I've managed to get her exhibitionist side to peak out from behind her hesitancy and by the time we're five minutes into our own boudoir modeling session, she goes into a hedonistic frenzy until we're both having an all-out fuck fest. If you can get her down to her lingerie, she won't be able to contain herself and nothing but an orgasm will get her satisfied, trust me I know. Tell her she could earn a nice chunk of change for your business and herself, as you would be willing to give her a nice premium for her "artistic" posing. Last but not least, tell her to come home and talk it over with me before giving you a yes or no."

"I don't know," Tony replied. "She's shot me down every time so far, but if you can soften her up, I'll try one more time." "Thanks, Tony, I think I can make this work for us both, and she will be overjoyed, liberated and satisfied with the results. Talk to you soon."

That evening, Molly came home around five. I had made one of her favorite meals, clams and spaghetti and had a nice bottle of chardonnay opened and sitting in the ice bucket. "Oh God, Frankie, the house smells delicious! My favorite for dinner tonight, and the perfect glass of wine. Perfect cause I had something very provocative and exciting happen at work today and I can't wait to talk about it. That wine should help relax me enough to share what Tony told me today."

"Go on baby, take the first glass with you to unwind and get comfortable, change your clothes and come back for dinner." This was going just the way I hoped.

About ten minutes later, Molly came back from the bedroom in jean shorts and a t-shirt, no bra (God, I love seeing her nipples poking through). Her glass was empty and I reached for it to pour her another. Our fingertips caressed and my cock plumped a little from the incidental contact. "So, what's so exciting

aaannnd

provocative baby?" She smiled and started to detail Tony's proposal. "Tony told me one of our highest paying customers had seen me at the office and was willing to pay an exorbitant amount if I would do a rather risqué shoot with Tony for an article in next month's issue. You know how hesitant I am about being on camera, but Tony said I would be with him and he would make sure to calm my butterflies. He also said it may involve some near or actual nudity. I don't know if I can do that for anyone but you. What do you think. He said there would be sizeable compensation." (I'm sure I know what kind of sizeable compensation Tony has in his pants for her.)

"Baby," I smiled, "you know how I feel about your beauty." "You're the most gorgeous human I know and I am constantly telling you keeping all

that (

as I waved my hand up and down pointing at her beautiful self) to just us is an incredible waste of smoking hot eroticism. You were meant to share yourself and enjoy and be enjoyed and it's what I want for you. It's unfortunate that neither you or I can create another human being (we're both sterile, I won't bore you with clinical details) but if we've got to make lemonade out of lemons, it means sex for us is strictly about pleasure, and I can't think of anyone more than Tony who might be able to tickle your fancy the way you desire. You know you're dying for a piece of his action, and knowing Tony, he's got a thick long piece he'd love to share with you." "Do you really mean that Frankie?" I could see the wheels turning in her head. Just a little nudge more. "C'mon Molly how many times have I confessed my fantasy of sharing your hotness during our pillow talks, and who better than with a guy like Tony. I know I'm buff and God gave me seven inches to put a smile on your face, but at five foot four I would never pass as male model material. He's the Adonis to your Aphrodite. Make some sparks fly for you and me."

"Molly bit her bottom lip. "Okay Frankie, I'm going to text him I'll do it." "Good, I smiled, "let's eat and then I'm going to need a lot of your lady juice for dessert." She must have been aroused because I could see her shorts had a moist spot at the gusset as she stretched her leg to sit at the table. I wondered if it was a result of the dessert remark or the thoughts of Tony. After dinner, she rocked my world and I enjoyed copious amounts of her girl cum.

So, a little bit about myself. I'm thirty years old, five foot four, weigh one seventy-five of pure muscle, and no brag, just fact (tip of the hat to Will Sonnet), can bench three hundred pounds. I am independently wealthy and do not need to work, so most of my time is at my residence. I'm of Sicilian heritage, dark complected and blessed by God with looks most women enjoy staring up at while engaged in the horizontal mambo. So, two out of three (

Short

, dark and handsome) is not hard to live with, since the universe gifted me with plenty of female companionship growing up. And for my previous liaisons, all I can say I have nothing but respect and gratitude for all the sexual dalliances women have shared with me and enjoyed as well. (Again, no brag, just fact: I'm a considerate lover and between my talented lips and tongue and hips that move with rhythm, I've put a lot of smiles on, and listened to many oohs and aahs from all my previous paramours.) Molly is the cream of the crop, and again, all I could want for her is the ecstasy of hot, unbridled sex and orgasms. In spite all of the religions that see behavior like mine as wanton, my God is a lustful God and she gave mankind sex as her most powerful and precious blessing he or she can have in reality.

I digress. Tony called the next day, bubbling over with excitement. "I can't believe you convinced her. Tell me this is not some kind of joke on me!" "No Tony, no joke, but keep this civil and respectful, treat her like the goddess she is and depending on her reaction to it all, this may not be a one and done."

"You just made me almost air burst at that possibility," Tony moaned. "I'm going to set the shoot up for Friday, Valentine's Day with Gabrielle as the photographer. It should help put Molly at ease to have another female in the room."

"Good idea Tony. Tell Gabrielle to text me stills during the shoot so I can enjoy the encounter as well."

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It's Friday morning, and Molly is preparing to go into work. Her hair and makeup are spot on. "Are you wearing any thing special for today's shoot?" I asked. "No," Molly replied, "Tony said to dress like I normally do for any day at work and we'll do a sexy secretary shoot. Gabrielle will be our photographer, you remember her, she could pass for my sister. (Yes, she could as I recollected what a doll Gabrielle is as well). She told me she's got a variety of outfits picked out that she thinks will do my style and body justice. It makes me a little moist knowing my attire is a little scandalous, and that it will be Tony who gets to enjoy the show!" She was giggling and smiling at my astonished look. Time to plant the seed.

"You know honey, that Gabrielle has put some smoking hot sessions together in the past, and if it gets to the point where you're so inclined and Tony starts making it too hot to resist, feel free to misbehave and participate in some mischief. I'm sure he will be delighted and grateful in

so

many ways! Give him the

special

!"

"Stop it Frankie, now I'll be fantasizing all the way into work!" she remarked, while playfully punching me in the arm. ("So will I honey, so will I." I thought to myself.)

Molly entered Tony's office and sat at her desk. Not fifteen minutes later, Tony came in toting all of Gabrielle's gear and cameras. Gabrielle followed closely behind with an armful of outfits. Tony and she were in a happy mood and shared a lively combination. "What do you think noobie, ready to show the world how hot that body rocks?" Gabrielle teased Molly. Tony commented "Molly, the outfit is stunning, let Gabby (Tony's pet name for Gabrielle) take a first impression shot" "K, Tony," she replied meekly. "I'm glad I dressed to your expectations."

Meanwhile, back at our residence I was anxiously awaiting my first update. Tony had texted me earlier that he had given Gabrielle my cell number and that she had been instructed to keep me updated through out the session. My phone pinged:

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(Remember the smoke show from earlier in your imagination? She's seated on a desk in a smart looking navy skirt and jacket, white shirt and tie, skirt way above the knees displaying beautiful legs.)

"What do you think Frankie?"

My heart began racing. It has begun. (You need to say that out loud in your mind in the voice of Shang Tsung in Mortal Kombat LOL.).

My baby was standing there, the epitome of hotness. I'm dying to see where this goes.

"Let's try another pose of you in another spot." Gabby directed. Molly made the change and seated herself atop one of the tables. She felt more relaxed knowing Gabby would put her in flattering positions and could photograph her in the most positive ways.

"Ok Molly, give us a little cleavage."

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(She's unbuttoned a couple of buttons of her blouse displaying the deep cleavage between her golden globes, that is award worthy.)

"Her legs are to die for, aren't they Frankie?"

Already, I'm aroused and it's just the beginning.

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(She's still prim and proper looking like a corporate secretary.)

"Just so classy, isn't she?"

"I'd give a million dollars for legs like yours, Molly," Gabby shared

Gabrielle was a whirlwind, taking multiple shots of each new pose.

"K, Molly, lose the jacket and make yourself look busy."

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(Molly is seated at desk, typing on laptop, jacket removed.)

"I don't know Frankie, starting to warm up in here."

Molly was completely relaxed. Her earlier anxiety evaporated and she began to look forward to Gabby 's next instruction. Gabby's next instruction brought a happy smile to Molly. "Alright honey, cinch that skirt up around your waist and show me some thighs and legs."

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(Still seated, Molly has hiked her skirt up to her hips, displaying long legs and stocking tops.)

"Like what you see Frankie?"

Boy is that an understatement. I could imagine my tongue gliding up and down those gams. (My dick plumped up a little.) Gabrielle repositioned some of the lighting and told Molly to go into the executive bathroom and change into the first set of lingerie. "Bring some of the others out with the set you're wearing and you can make some quick changes so we can get several versions of your hotness. You don't mind doing that in front of Tony, do you?" "No, no I don't," said Molly as she winked at Tony and headed for the bathroom. Tony remained in the background trying to be unobtrusive only speaking to offer encouragement as shooter and subject interacted. While Molly continued to change, Gabby winked at Tony: "Bout time for the temperature in here to rise up some, boss."

Molly was instantly aroused as she donned the delicate near nothings she found hanging. What a rush. Her skin always warmed quickly to the feel of silk. She loved being released from constrictive office wear. She liked what she saw in the mirror, how the lingerie was an exclamation point to her gorgeous anatomy. Now this is becoming more like fun and less like work she mused to herself. She loved to shed clothes, put on sheer, naughty bedroom wear, as it always predicated some serious shenanigans between her and her loving Frankie. Frankie! I wonder if he knows what I'm getting myself into? We're at the point where my juices are starting to warm up, and once I see Tony's reaction to what I'm wearing, I may not be able to pull back. But that's what Frankie wants, what he told me to consider. He knows that if I dress sexy, then I'm going to

be

sexy. And Tony has been such a gentleman so far, not leering and telling me I'm doing great. He has me totally relaxed with his presence in the room and that can be dangerous. I'm known to take my relaxation to a whole different level if the circumstances present themselves. Isn't that what Frankie wants from me? Okay, here goes, time to step out and present the goods.

"Oh my, aren't you the smoke show Frankie brags about! He told me he thinks he's still in a wet dream every time you decide to play dress up for playtime. I now have a perfect grasp on his perspective. Molly, you take my breath away." Tony said admiringly. Gabby started clicking away.

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(First intimate voluptuous view of Molly in red teddy, seated at table, camel toe visible through sheer crotch.)

"So hot, Frankie, the real show's about to begin. No more comments for now, just pix when I get the chance."

The red lingerie was the perfect choice for a Valentine's Day shoot and Gabby knew it complimented Molly's natural curves.

About a minute later, ping:

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(Molly has changed into a red bustier, red arm coverings, thong, garter, and red heels.)

Another quick change, ping:

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(Molly leaning against desktop, red lacy bra and thong.)

Molly started to savor the excitement. Gabby would shoot from several angles and then direct Molly to change her outfit. The feel of the sheer clothes across Molly's skin started to make her feel moist down below. Tony was gob smacked at her constant brief nudity between outfits. Molly loved the expressions on his face and made sure he got a good view every time she posed in his direction. At home, I could barely catch my breath as each snap came in.

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(Molly seated, red bra, red garter holding red stocking tops, heart shaped applique over her camel toe.)

"Okay Molly," Gabby teased, "time for some more hotness. For the next few shots, leave the bottoms off." Molly blushed and gushed at the same time thinking about where this was about to go. Way too hot for me by myself she thought. Tony was supposed to be joining in. Maybe he needs a little encouragement. "Look it, if I'm going to start displaying my wares, I think it's only fair that I'm not the only one showing the best of myself!" Molly proposed. "Make yourself comfortable Tony. I can see the strain on those nice suit pants, go ahead and take them off. I don't mind seeing you in boxers." Tony chuckled, "Molly honey, I'm commando!" Oooh, Molly thought to herself, even better. "Tony, Frankie has told me he's seen you naked in the showers at the club, and he says you have a lot to be proud of. C'mon handsome, let's see the full Monty!" Molly caught herself holding her breath as Tony undid his belt and lowered his fly. She gasped as he revealed the prize she was hoping for. "Like the view you little minx?" Tony asked. "Oh, Tony that's simply magnificent." Molly's and Gabrielle's mouths and pussies began to water. "C'mon you two, focus, back to the work at hand," Gabby giggled at her own faux pas. "Get those panties off and put the next top on, Molly." As Molly went

slowly

through the effort of costuming, she gave Tony a thorough eye fucking. She wiggled her bottom in his direction, and enjoyed how wide his eyes opened. "Am I doing it for you Tony? Like what you see?" She giggled. "I know I'm enjoying the mouth- watering view from here, you stud. I just might need a taste!" Tony's cock hardened significantly, sticking straight up to his belly button.