(Thanks to "
larryinseattle"
for taking time from his vacation to edit this story and make it so much better)
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Steven stood at the side of the bed staring down at the beauty laying in front of him, her legs spread wide and her arms open invitingly.
"Who would ever believe this?"
he mused.
And 'Who would ever believe this?' To answer that you'd have to go back over 20 years. Steven's mother was diagnosed with cancer when he was just 13 and for the next three years she 'fought the good fight'. Unfortunately, she lost her battle when he was 16. His father was seldom around, though Steven would never understand until recently why.
Two weeks before his 17th birthday, his father returned from one of those trips with his new 'trophy wife', Cassandra. He had instantly fallen for her, or at least for her body. Only 6 years older than him, she was 5-foot, 5-inches tall though she was almost always wearing high-heels so she was closer to 5 - 8. Her hair that was so blonde is almost looked white. Her skin was the color of cream and her eyes were hazel with flecks of gold that shimmered when she laughed or was excited. Yet it was her 34FF-25-36 figure that immediately caught everyone's attention, including his.
When she had caught him staring she laughed rather than being mad and explained that it happened all the time. A fact which was proven over and over again as he watched men stare and ogle her beauty while women varied between looks of lust and envy.
When he graduated from high school, his father had sent to Europe to a very prestigious university. His years there had been uneventful, with the exception of the cards and calls that he routinely got from Cassandra. After graduation, he'd stayed in Europe where he and a classmate had started their own computer software company specializing in accounting.
That was ten years ago. The two of them were in almost constant contact and nothing was 'off limits' during those conversations except sex. That had changed six months earlier when she shared how frustrated she was with her and his father's sex life.
He'd replied that he thought his father was a fool and that if she were his he'd make love to her every chance he had.
The silence that had followed felt as vast as space and seemed to last forever until she'd replied, "Then come back home and prove it."
It had taken him awhile to arrange things with his partner but he'd finally arrived home less then 48 hours ago. Cassandra had met him in the bar of the hotel where he was staying the next night and hey hadn't left his room since. They'd ravished each other, loved each other and fucked each other, each time leaving a load of his cum deep inside her.
Afterwards, they had talked about a future together and he had been surprised when she told him that she was already taking steps to divorce his father because she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him ... if he wanted her.
Of course he wanted her.
"Only an idiot wouldn't want to spend a lifetime with this gorgeous, loving and extremely seductive woman,"
he'd thought.
Together they'd called his father and explained how and what had happened. Surprisingly, he wasn't mad or upset. Instead, he'd explained that he'd made a mistake marrying Cassie in an attempt to fill the void caused by the loss of his one true love, Steven's mom. He'd wished them the very best and the call was done.
Now, standing beside the bed he stared in amazement at her beauty. Her hair was fanned out encircling her head, her eyes sparkled even in the dim lighting of the bedside lamp. Her skin, while still cream-colored, showed distinct tan-lines which highlighted the more intimate areas. Her breasts lay proudly on her chest, proving what she'd once said about them being 'all natural' and her nipples, surrounded by slightly darker areola, stood out like pebbles on a white sand beach. Small love-bites and bruises were scattered across the globes. Her long, toned legs were spread revealing the blonde fur surrounding her womanhood and the coating of fluids on her inner thighs. The outer lips of her pussy were reddened and puffy from her arousal while a trail of their combined cum leaked from the base of it, occasionally dripping onto the sheets.
"God, you're beautiful," he sighed.
A smile instantly covered her face.
"In fact, you're so beautiful I'm surprised you didn't try working as a model or something," he stated off-handedly.
Her eyes suddenly clouded over and her legs pulled together as she whispered, "I did."
Seeing the change in her, he stretched out on the bed next to her. "You did?"
Rolling onto her side, supporting her head with her elbow she looked at him. "Yes. I ... mmmmm ... it's not ... ahhhhhhh," she stammered.
Gently reaching out to her, he stroked her arm as he spoke gently. "Whatever it is, I promise it won't affect us."
She took a deep breath and began. "You know I come from Europe, technically Eastern Europe. I was born in a little village in the Czech Republic about 50 kilometers ... mmmmmm ... 30 miles outside of Prague. Life when I was younger was very hard. My family had a small farm but we barely had enough food to keep us going. So, when I was 16, I left. I went to Prague looking for work. The problem was, so was everyone else. The "Iron Curtain" had recently fallen so everything was all mixed up. I stayed with friends of the family for a couple of days but I saw what a drain I was on them so I left them, too. I wandered the streets, sleeping in the subway or bus station. I had already started to 'develop' though not as much as I have now," she indicated as she glanced down at her body.
"During my walks I saw a lot of women working on the street corners as 'professional women' or 'escorts'. The only difference was how much they were paid or whether they had a pimp or not. A couple of times the pimps even approached me asking if I was looking for work. Then one night, I ended up sleeping in an alleyway behind a club. One of the girls came out for a break and saw me. I guess she liked what she saw because she asked if I wanted to come in. I was cold and hungry so I said 'Yes'. Once inside, I saw it was a "Gentleman's' club. Everywhere I looked there were beautiful women dancing, on the stage, on the bar, and in 'private rooms'. The woman called the owner over and introduced me. We talked and he offered me a job after I lied and told him I was 18. First, he wanted me as a dancer but I said no so he offered me a job working behind the bar."
Steven nodded that he understood when she paused.
"I worked as a bartender for about a year but noticed that that dancers always seemed to make more money and have better clothes. When I asked one of them about it, she told me that some of the women did very private parties on the side and others had gentlemen friends who 'took care' of them, while a third group ... those who were especially beautiful ... got jobs as models. Then she told me she thought I could easily be one of that special group," she sighed before continuing.
"Anyway, she called a friend of hers ... a photographer ... and made arrangements. I met with him a few days later. At first I only did 'glamour shots' while my body filled out. The problem was that the longer I worked with him the more I found myself attracted to him. Then one night, just after my 18th birthday, we did a really erotic bikini shoot. I got so turned on by displaying myself to him that afterwards we became lovers. I had never experienced anything like it before and was so exhausted that I fell asleep right there. When I woke up a little while later, I found him standing over the top of me taking pictures. I got really mad but he insisted the pictures were just for him. I was still a bit naive so I didn't say anything." She paused, waiting to see his reaction.
Once again, Steven nodded his head but didn't say a thing, partially because he didn't want her to stop and partially because he was becoming so intrigued.
"I didn't hear from him after that, which wasn't unusual, though I had though it might since we were lovers. Then one of the women from the club came up to me one night and congratulated me on my photo shoot. I didn't know what she was talking about since the bikini shoot wasn't due to be made public for another couple of weeks. When I asked, she pulled out a men's magazine and there I was, front cover and centerfold...naked. I was hurt, embarrassed and furious. I called the distributor, trying to put a stop to the magazine but they said their deal was with photographer and I'd need to get a hold of him. I called continuously for three days before tracking him down. He admitted the pictures were from the night we had made love but also told me that according to the law they were his to do with as he pleased after I told him he could keep them. Needless to say we had a MAJOR fight right then and there."
"Fucking son-of-a-bitch," Steven snarled.
"Unfortunately, the worst was yet to come. I noticed a decrease in the number of photo jobs I was getting and when I asked one of the photographers, who also happened to be a friend, about it, he told me that the first photographer had 'black-balled' me. He also warned me that the bastard had said the worst was yet to come.
I headed home, thinking I could use a break as well as get as far away as possible from whatever 'the worst' might be. It just wasn't far enough. Six weeks later, my father came storming into the house and told me I had to leave. That he wasn't going to have a tramp living under his roof. When I asked what he was talking about he threw the box cover from a film on the table. My picture on the cover, the title 'SLUT GIRL'S FIRST TIME' plastered over the top. So I left.
With nowhere else to go, I went back to Prague. I knew better than to try and stop the distribution of the tape but I called anyway. I talked to a very nice woman who explained the laws regarding the adult film industry ... as well as how much it paid. To be honest, I was shocked. I tried to be a 'good girl' but after two months, I was broke and on the verge of living on the streets again. Instead, I decided I might as well be exactly what everyone now thought I was. I called the same woman back at the distribution company. She put me in contact with a 'director' and you can guess the rest. I only worked in the industry for a couple of years and used the money I made to live off of and to invest. By the time I quit though, everyone knew me, or should I say recognized my assets," glancing down at her chest. "Another really crazy thing is that during that time it was a big deal in Prague to have a star or starlet from the adult films as a guest in your home or at a party your were throwing. That's how I met your dad and, as the saying goes, the rest is history."
"Wow. So you were a big name in the 'industry' in Europe?"
"Well, I don't know about a 'big name' but I was pretty well known. That's also where I learned some of the things we enjoyed together tonight and to talk the way I do at times. After all, a 'good girl' would never be caught talking like that," she winked.
