The 'Seduction Series' is based on fantasies shared with me by some of my female readers, who—after reading my Mistress series—have allowed me to know their innermost thoughts. Each story has one thing in common — the illicit sexual temptation of a reluctant and yet vulnerable woman.
The theme of this particular tale is the seduction of a married woman, with interracial undertones. I hope you enjoy.
Seduction Series: Annabelle
Annabelle checked one dress after another from her wardrobe, held them against her body and then replaced them.
"What do you think," she asked her husband each time.
Luke wasn't much help. He liked them all, but she was seeking that difficult combination of understated sexiness. She had attended a few photo shoots in her part-time career as a model, but they had all been small-time and this out-of-the-blue opportunity was the chance to take a couple of steps up.
If she was successful, it would change her life.
Eventually, she held the yellow sundress against her body for the third time and slowly nodded her head. This was the one.
"I think it works," she smiled, checking herself in the long mirror and turning this way and that before eventually nodding again.
"You look sensational," Luke growled, taking a step towards her.
He reached out to take the dress from her and draped it over the chair beside them, before stepping behind her and taking her in his arms.
"But I like this look better..."
Annabelle laughed, leaning back into his body as she glanced at their reflections in the mirror. He'd been turned on ever since he'd seen her come out of the bathroom wearing just the pink and black half cup bra and matching thong. It was the first time she'd worn her new lingerie. The bra accentuated the fullness of her large breasts and allowed a good deal of cleavage to escape over the top. She had no idea what lay ahead at the audition, but wanted to make sure she looked her best in any circumstances.
"I know that look," she said to him over her shoulder.
"Look? What look?" he asked, reaching his arms underneath hers and cupping her breasts through the bra.
"The one that says you'd like to fuck my brains out..."
If she'd had time, Annabelle would have let him. She'd been aroused from the moment she'd woken up this morning, thinking about the day ahead. The chances of her succeeding were small—God knows how many women they were auditioning in total—but still, she had to have a chance, didn't she?
In just his white boxers, she could feel Luke's hardness pushing into her ass. Her husband had a great body, hard and athletic, with pecs honed in the gym. Physically, they were a perfect match for each other. Their attitudes and interests were in harmony, too, and the extra money she could earn from a successful modelling career would more than resolve their money problems.
"We don't have time," she protested, as he pushed his hands under the cups of her bra.
It was a weak objection. Her nipples were already erect under his rotating palms and she felt herself grow hotter as he squeezed her flesh.
"Well, not to fuck," she moaned, swinging around to face him.
Despite herself, she was already sliding her body downwards, yanking his boxers down his thighs as she sank to her knees.
Both hands went to his hard butt, her fingers holding him steady as her tongue swirled around his thick girth. God, she so loved cock! She always had, ever since giving head to her first boyfriend in the back row of the local cinema that first time. How many blow jobs had she given since then, she wondered?
With a grin to herself, she eased him into the back of her throat. One of her hands cradled his testicles and the other wrapped itself around the root of his cock. The way he groaned under her touch always gave her shivers.
She masterfully worked him, knowing she didn't have long but determined to make the most of what she had. When he tried to rest his hands in her dark locks, she shook them away. She'd spent an hour on her hair earlier this morning and wouldn't have time to work on it again.
It took a while, but eventually he began to succumb to her talented mouth. Guys always did. In other circumstances, she might have pulled off him and let him quickly fuck her at this point, but that might take the edge off her performance during the photoshoot. It could wait...
Her long fingernails dug into his asscheeks as she began to suck him harder. He was doing his best to hold his orgasm at bay, but they both knew he was fighting a losing battle. She sucked him for thirty more seconds more until his balls began to tighten and she whimpered to herself as she caught the first blast of cum in her slippery mouth. Her graceful fingers stroked his cock as he erupted, again and again, milking him as she swallowed every drop he had.
It was only when he had nothing left that she released him and grinned upwards.
"When I get back home later," she rasped, "you'd better be prepared to give me the fuck of my life..."
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The taxi pulled up outside an impressive looking building, a cut above those used in the normal photo shoots that Annabelle had previously undertaken. She raised her eyebrows as the driver told her the fare—was travelling to Croydon really that expensive? Maybe she should have taken the car after all, but then she'd have been worried about traffic, getting lost, being late.
Maybe he'd accept a blow job in payment, she wickedly chuckled to herself. After all, she was still feeling turned on from her quick encounter with Luke. The feel of her husband's thick cock in her mouth still lingered, as did the salty aftertaste of his cum. But she knew her arousal was a good sign.
If she channeled it correctly, it would help her produce the sort of performance required from her infront of the camera.
The thought only reinforced how important the shoot was to her, to them. Moving into the big time would substantially increase her earnings and they desperately needed the extra cash. Not only that, she had dreamt of a career as a model ever since she'd been a little girl. She'd never get a better chance...
The clean white foyer was surprisingly empty, with only a directional sign indicating the location of the reception. The heavy lift took her up three floors and opened directly into a spacious reception area. The redhead behind the small desk looked like she could have been a model herself, rather than a receptionist. Annabelle's breath caught in her throat. Was that the standard she'd have to compete with? If all the women working here were this hot, what would their models be like?
"Annabelle?" the woman asked, shooting her the brightest of smiles. "I'm Judy. You're expected. Follow me, sweetheart."
She dutifully followed the redhead through a door across from the desk and along a narrow corridor. Judy kept glancing over her shoulder, making idle conversation until they entered what appeared to be a small ante room.
"Wine?" she asked, not waiting for an answer as she picked up a bottle of Beaujolais from the glass table in the corner and poured a glass.
