Skin-Flick Slut CH-1

Chapter 1

I looked down sheepishly; Phil kept leering at me from behind the desk.
He was making me really nervous; I was quite used to being leered at,
but this time it was a guy offering me a job. Not that he was bad
looking - on the contrary, he was pretty gorgeous and had a nice body,
and looked great in that casual suit, I'd been attracted to him from
the second I walked into the room. But he was being really obvious
about it; I could tell he wanted me to know that he approved of me. He
let his eyes slide over my body from top to bottom, starting at my
ankles and running slowly up my bare legs - I usually don't wear
pantyhose to interviews. Then, he'd slowly stroke my upper thighs with
his gaze, making sure I was watching as he examined my pale, bare
flesh. I crossed and uncrossed my legs nervously, feeling my thighs rub
sensuously together; every time I did, I could see him trying in vain
to get a glimpse of my skirt. I was wearing the shortest decent skirt I
owned; I always wore it to interviews because I knew what kind of
effect it had on the interviewers. It was made out of thin, clingy
silky material so that it showed a lot of the outline of my upper
thighs - and occasionally when I walked it would sway up dangerously
close to my buttocks. But for now I was sitting down, and Phil couldn't
see a thing. I had to admit, though, it sort of turned me on to have
this good-looking guy trying to get a glance up my skirt. After
stroking my pretty ass as it pressed against the seat, Phil would look
slowly over my midriff and my breasts, which stretched out through this
tight Oxford shirt. He'd examine them closely, making my nipples feel
all tingly as he looked; I could feel them getting hard after a while
and knew that he had noticed from the tiny smile he gave me. My erect
nipples stretched through the Oxford shirt and my thin, lacy bra
underneath; Phil leered at them and I didn't doubt he was wondering
what they felt like. Then, he looked over the slope of my cleavage,
which bulged out from the shirt which I always left open as far as I
could. He eyed my neck, and my shoulders where my long blonde hair
flowed down over them and then he'd watch my face. I know how gorgeous
I am, with high cheekbones and pale skin that flushes deep red when I
get even a little turned on - like I was right now. And my eyes are big
and wide and bright blue - guys always love them. Besides having a
great body, I'm beautiful - which is a must in this business. You've
got to have both, or you'll never get the work. And I loved the work
like I love nothing else.

He was looking at my resume, and the photos I'd brought in it. They
were photos I was proud of - they never failed to get a hard-on out of
a guy who looked at them. And I knew what they were doing to Phil. He
looked over my references, smiling to himself.

He read my name slowly, as if trying it out. "Tanya Marimont. It's a
pretty name."

"I like it," I said, eyeing him flirtatiously.

"I don't know," said Phil. "I'm not sure you're out for the magazine."

I looked down, trying not to meet his eyes. I needed this job - I had
to keep working in magazines, and I wasn't making much lately. And
Beauty was the best-paying magazine I'd ever interviewed for - they
even kept their own photographers on staff. Their photos were great - I
was always really impressed whenever I picked up the mag. I knew they'd
do wonderful things with my body. I just had to work here! From the way
Phil was acting, I was sure he liked my looks - but would he ask for
more than looks before he let me have the job?

"You're just, well, you know - too gorgeous, I guess," he went on.
"Don't get me wrong - you've got a great body and all. A wonderful
body, believe me, Tanya, I'm sure any guy who reads the magazine would
love to look at it. But you're so pretty. I'm not sure you look sexy
enough. Just looking at these pictures, the readers can't tell how
kinky you are."

I lifted my eyes, meeting Phil's gaze. I gave him my most seductive
look, trying to let him know I could change on a moment's notice. And
let him know how much I wanted the job. I bit my lip, being as sexy as
I knew how. "Oh, I'm very kinky."

Phil chuckled. "Oh, are you?"

"The copy will convince them how kinky I am, that's for sure." I bit my
finger, licking it slightly as Phil watched. "I'm a real kinky slut on
film."

"But it's how you look, too, Tanya. You can talk dirty in the
interview, and it'll get us all off. But your looks have to go with it
- you have to look like a horny, wet girl who just can't get enough.
And you're off to a good start in these stills - I'm pretty amazed, you
know. But you look so innocent from some angles."

"That's just the makeup," I said. "I've got other stills with me being
a real slut. Heavy makeup, leather ... I really like those kinds of
shots, too."

"I don't know," he said. "You've got good references. But it's hard to
tell. I'd like to see more of you before I agree to assign a
photographer."

"Uh-huh," I said, eagerly leaning forward. Phil watched closely as I
smiled at him.

"I mean, it's fine to see pictures of you naked. And you look great in
person. But with those clothes on - " He smiled back. "It's hard to
tell what you're really like."

I stood up. "It's really important to me," I said, smoothing down my
skirt and making sure my shoulders were straight and perfect so my tits
stretched enticingly toward Phil. "I really want this job. Beauty
magazine is one of the places I've wanted to work for years."

Phil nodded slowly. "I bet it is. But just from the pictures, I can't
tell if you're right." I thought I saw a smile. "I don't know if you're
really a slut. I don't know what you're like up close - or how kinky
you really are. Or how horny."

I smiled. "I've got an answer," I said. I went to the windows and
pulled the shades, slowly, one by one. I threw a glance at the big
velvet couch sitting in the corner of the office, away from the desk.
The room was sort of dark with all the shades drawn; Phil looked me up
and down in the dimness as I moved closer to the desk. I stood in front
of it and reached slowly toward the top button of my Oxford shirt.

"I really hate clothes at interviews," I said. "They really keep you
from finding out what I'm going to do on film." I kept smiling as I
pulled the top button, exposing the lace of my skimpy bra. I opened the
second button as Phil watched intently, then the third. I finished
undoing the shirt and pulled it wide open over my large breasts. Phil's
gaze got hungrier and more lustful as he ran his eyes over my lace-
covered tits and my beautiful midriff. I eased my way out of the shirt
and slid it over my shoulders, dropping it on the floor. Then I took
the zipper of my tight miniskirt and started easing it down over my
hips.

"I really need this job," I said. "I want to make sure you see me up
close - and totally naked - so that you don't make the wrong decision.
I know how great I look on film - and in person. I don't want to lose
this job because you think I'm too virginal. I really want to convince
you otherwise. I can be a real slut if the assignment calls for it. I'm
more than willing to do my part. If I can get the right photographer,
the right photo editor ... I can be such a slut on film the readers
will cream just looking at me. I love being a slut in pictures. And my
body is great."

I tugged the zipper down, easing it over my white flesh. I got the
skirt open and let it fall down my long, shapely legs, letting it bunch
around my ankles. I smiled as I stepped out of it; now I wore only my
incredibly skimpy g-string panties and my tight lacy bra. Both were jet
black; I knew how great I looked in them. My huge tits stretched
through the material of the bra, showing my erect nipples; I was really
turned on. I love taking off my clothes. Just knowing that guys are
looking at my body and getting a hard-on really gets me wet. And I
especially love doing it in front of people who are going to give me a
job. Phil was watching me with real fire in his eyes - under that desk
I was sure he already had a huge erection. I didn't doubt that he was
aching to put it to good use. But first, he'd get a really good look at
me.

I put up my arms and slowly turned around, letting him take in every
inch of my smooth flesh. When my back was to him, I eased my legs far
apart and bent over, putting my open hands on the smooth globes of my
ass. I felt my gorgeous buttocks stretching through the flimsy silk of
my panties - the panties were high-cut and showed almost all of my ass
except for my pink asshole. But from the way I was bent over he could
see the skimpy panties riding up between the pink, swollen lips of my
cunt. I knew that Phil was watching carefully; I began to run my
fingers over my ass and smiled as I petted myself. "I guess I'm an
exhibitionist," I said. "Like all models. I can't pose without getting
turned on ..."

I stood up straight again, closing my legs. Then I turned to Phil and
reached between my huge tits for the clasp to my bra.

"Of course, you can't really tell until I let you see all of me ... all
of me." I smiled, broad and white, showing my gorgeous teeth and my
full, deep red, kissable lips.

I undid the clasp and peeled the flimsy material over my sweaty
breasts; Phil's eyes went wide as he saw them come into view. They were
even more gorgeous naked, he was getting horny just looking at them! I
touched my nipples gently, then, I pinched them slightly as Phil
watched, entranced. Then, it was time for my panties.

I giggled. "You seem to be pretty impressed so far," I said.

Phil nodded as I turned around. I wanted him to see my ass as I did
this. I took my panties and bent over, slowly, sensuously, savoring the
feeling of Phil's hot gaze over my ass-cheeks as I pulled the panties
down. My legs were spread only slightly - still, I knew that he could
see my naked cunt as it came into view. Phil was so cute and I was so
hot for this job that it was really pink; it felt all hot and flushed
as I stripped. I stayed bent over as I dropped the panties to my ankles
and stepped out of them; I spread my legs apart and saw through them
that Phil's eyes were locked on my cunt.

"Like it?" I asked, slowly standing up. I lifted my arms so he could
see my breasts better. The office was a little cold and they felt all
tingly. But then, the rest of me felt tingly for other reasons.

Phil slowly got out of his chair; my spine stiffened. I smiled amiably
as he moved from behind the desk and walked toward me. He wore clingy
dress pants; I could see that his hard-on was enormous.

"I like it a lot," he said. "You've got a better body than I thought."

I smiled. "It looks great on film, but even better up close."

"You like doing hard-core, Tanya baby?" He took a few steps closer.

"I love it. I really do."

Phil nodded. He walked around behind me; I kept my arms up so he could
see all of my gorgeous back in its best position. It made me feel all
vulnerable to have my arms out of the way - and that turned me on.
Phil's hard-on sure looked big!

"That's good to hear. A girl's really no good to us if she doesn't love
her work. And you've got the energy for it."

Phil put his hand on my waist, curving his warm fingers around my
stomach. I turned my head and smiled back at him as he moved closer.

"You're very sexy, Tanya. But I don't really know if you've got the
right feeling."

"Lots of sexual energy, you mean," I said, closing my eyes and
breathing heavily.

"That's right." Phil got closer to me; I could feel his hand sliding
down to my bare ass as his other arm curved around me.

"I guess you'll have to find out, then," I said, turning gradually. I
stopped when I could see his face; he looked really gorgeous in the dim
light. I stayed turned so that my ass was toward him. "I'll just have
to show you what kind of energy I have."

Phil nodded. "That would be great."

"I'll just do anything for this job," I said. "I really want you to
know how great I'll be."

Phil put one hand on each of my smooth asscheeks. He pulled at them
gently, stroking them. Then he slid his fingers down in between my
parted thighs and tugged at them.

"Open your legs," he said. "I need to get a closer look."

I nodded, inching my legs apart as he put his hand on my shoulder. I
was a few feet from his desk; he pushed gently on my back so that I
bent forward and put my arms out. His desk was almost empty; there was
plenty of room for me. I leaned over it so that I could open my legs
further; I lifted my ass high in the air as Phil stroked my ass.

I felt his finger touching the very outside of my swollen cunt-lips. I
gasped; my pussy seemed to be throbbing at his touch. It felt really
good - I wanted it. I always get so horny taking off my clothes, and
Phil was so gorgeous - I hoped he'd go on ...

"Oh yeah," he said. "That's nice. You really are a professional."

"I'm - an - expert - " I panted rhythmically, feeling incredibly turned
on. Phil pressed against my cunt-lips, and I let out a hungry "OH!",
feeling my legs get all weak. I leaned more heavily against the desk as
Phil drew his finger in a slow, even circle around my cunt. He could
feel how wet I was - I'd been dripping in my panties through the whole
interview.

"You get wet fast, Tanya," he said. "You must really be an
exhibitionist."

"I am," I panted. I could hardly talk, I was so horny. I lifted my ass
higher so Phil could get a better view of my pink, dripping cunt.

"Are you a nympho, too?"

I laughed, then looked back at Phil with passion in my eyes, letting
him know what a nympho I really was. "Why don't you find out," I said.

Phil nodded slowly. I felt his finger sliding in between my lips. I let
out a whimper and shut my eyes tight in pleasure as he eased his middle
finger slowly up and down my slit. Then he lifted it higher and I knew
he was about to touch my clit.

"Oh yeah," I moaned softly. "That feels so good - " Phil pressed firmly
against my clit and bolts of ecstasy shot up my body, through my ass
and my erect, tingling nipples. He started moving his fingertip up and
down, rubbing my clit and getting me wetter. He rubbed faster, making
me throb with desire to feel his cock inside me. I lifted my ass
rhythmically in time with his finger on my clit - he was so good at it!
He was already making me cream for him - I leaned on his desk and slid
my hips up and down, bending my knees as he rubbed my clit. I was so
hot for him I thought I'd burst and I could feel my hard nipples
rubbing against the cold wood of his desk! It sent spasms of pleasure
through me as he massaged my aching clit. I wondered how many other
models had felt their tits on his desk as he fingered them. The thought
turned me on so much - I was being a slut, and I was really aching to
get fucked by Phil's hard cock.

Phil let his hand grind to a halt; I lifted my ass as high as it would
go with my legs still spread. I wanted him to see all of my cunt, see
how pink and wet it was for him. I wanted him to know how horny he'd
gotten me by watching me through the interview. He knew, all right and
he was going to do something about it! He eased his finger down in
between my cunt-lips, touching my wet hole. I bit my lip and grunted as
he pressed his fingertip against my cunt, he slid it up and down on my
pussy-hole. Then Phil took hold of my ass and held me still while he
got ready to put it in.

"Mmmmm ... That feels so good ..." I sighed like a cat.

Phil chuckled. Then he pressed his finger into me. I felt it going in,
stretching my soaked cunt - which was already stretched from fucking so
many gorgeous editors. I moaned, letting out a passionate "UH! YES!" as
Phil put his finger into me. It sank slowly all the way into my cunt;
it was incredible in there! I was gushing all over his hand; he'd
gotten me so wet I couldn't control myself. Phil eased his finger back,
then shoved it into me again.

"Pretty tight for a slut model," he said.

I looked back at him, my lips parted in ecstasy. He felt so good with
his finger inside me! "I only fuck when I want to," I panted. "And
right now I want to."

Phil slid his finger back out and I shut my eyes tight, overwhelmed
with pleasure. He started fucking his finger slowly in and out of my
cunt, sliding it gently and slowly so I could feel every inch of every
thrust. He held on to my ass and helped me raise it rhythmically so I
matched his finger-fucks. Oh, man, was he good. He really knew how to
finger-fuck me so I would beg for more. And I did, as he shoved his
finger in and out of me.

"Phil ... oh Phil, that's so good - feels so good - feels so good in my
cunt - uh - I want more - give me more!"

Phil slid his finger all the way out, I gasped as it left me. Then, I
felt a second finger joining the first; he held it up against my pussy
and I grunted in ecstasy. Then, holding my ass tight, he slid them both
in.

I moaned, loud and horny, as he put two fingers into my cunt. He felt
so good in there - I lifted my ass to meet his thrust as he put both of
them into me. He started fucking them back and forth, slowly. I loved
the feel of his fingers inside me, stretching me out, and I started to
feel my climax building. I knew if Phil kept it up he'd make me come
soon - I was getting so turned on no one could have stopped me! It felt
so good as he fucked me harder, shoving his fingers in and out rapidly,
roughly so that I felt every inch and begged for more of his hard, fast
fingers. He massaged my ass and I wished he'd open his pants, get out
his cock and fuck me, but I wanted to wait, to really earn this job.
The pay would be great and oh, with Phil's finger-fucking I would have
done it for free!

"Yeah, Phil - uh - that's so good - fuck me harder - finger me deep -
uh - put more inside me!" I wanted Phil to ram all his fingers into my
cunt. I wanted him to cock-fuck me, rough and deep. I just ached for
his cock inside me. I moaned loudly as Phil's fingers hammered in and
out of my pussy; he was so good! He knew just the right angle to shove
his fingers into my cunt, and every time he rammed them in there I
moaned in ecstasy as I felt waves of energy shooting through my body. I
gasped and writhed on his desk, rubbing my tits against the cold wood
as he fingered me; I was going to come if he kept up! But I wanted him
to stop - stop so he could spread me on the couch and fuck me with his
cock!

Phil's hand ground to a slow halt. My cunt gave little jerks of
pleasure as I felt his fingers thrust immobile up inside me. I sighed,
then grunted as another spasm of ecstasy ran from my cunt up into my
aching tits.

"Oh God, Phil," I moaned. "That's so fucking good. I want you so much!"

"I know how you really want this," he chuckled, easing his fingers out
of me. "You put on a great show."

"It's no show," I panted, still spread wide and leaning on the desk. "I
want your cock inside me."

"You seem better for the job than I thought you'd be. But I'm not
really convinced yet."

I looked back at him, my lips parted hungrily. "I really want to
convince you. I really want to." I slowly eased back, getting off the
desk; my cunt throbbed and dripped in aching desire as I brought my
thighs together and stood in front of Phil, very close. I snuggled
closer as I looked into his eyes. "I know how you do business," I said.
"And I want to do as much business as I can here at Beauty."

He smiled. "I think you're perfect. You're showing just the kind of
initiative I love. You'll be fine," he said. "If you can prove it to me
..."

I smiled and pressed my mouth to Phil's. I usually don't kiss guys I'm
just fucking, but he really felt great against my mouth. He opened wide
and shoved his tongue forward, kissing me deep. As he did, I snuggled
up against him, pressing my tits to his shirt. He cupped his hands
around my ass behind me; he started massaging it gently and my cunt
tingled in response. I let him kiss me deeper as I reached between us
and started undoing his tie. I got it off as he thrust his tongue into
me again and again; all the while he was stroking my ass. I started
unbuttoning his shirt; his chest was hairy, muscular and incredibly
gorgeous. I bent down, kissing his neck and shoulders, as I eased off
his jacket and shirt. I started kissing his chest as he slid out of his
clothes; he was so gorgeous! I gently licked his nipple and he sighed
in response. I could feel his hard-on pressing against my body! I
wanted nothing more than to have him fuck me from behind, over his
desk, but, now, I wanted it on the couch. It was such a big, plush
couch; I couldn't wait to press my naked ass against it and spread my
legs for Phil. Phil slid his fingers back between my thighs and
prompted them open slightly; he started massaging my throbbing cunt-
lips again and I moaned in pleasure. He slid a finger back inside me
and I bit his nipple gently, panting and grunting all the while. I
pressed my open palm against the long, hard bulge of his cock through
his pants. I closed my fingers around it and began massaging it gently,
feeling Phil's strong finger inside my cunt as I rubbed him. He started
sliding it in and out, it felt even better when I was holding his cock!
I rubbed harder, sucking and biting at his chest hungrily, moaning for
more of his strong hand. He finger-fucked me slowly this time, not
letting me get any closer to coming - keeping me wet and horny for him!
I rubbed his cock fast and hard and he started shoving his body against
me in time. My tits rubbed his bare chest as he brought his hips
forward again and again to meet my hand thrusts, his shaft felt so huge
I wanted it more than ever before! I stroked him, savoring the feel of
his cock as he finger-fucked me until I could stand it no more - and
then I felt the top button of his pants and started tugging at it. As I
undid the button and then slowly unzipped his fly, his long, swollen
cock stretched through his underpants against my hand. I got his pants
all the way open and curved my fingers around the outline of his hard
shaft. His underpants were wet at the tip of his cock - I touched it
and wanted to taste his salty pre-cum. I love the way a man's come
tastes - and I wanted to taste Phil's. But I'd get myself hornier
first, I was really going to enjoy this! I eased the elastic band of
his underpants out of the way and pulled it down over the long shaft of
his cock. Then, I took his prick in my hand and started rubbing slowly
up and down, sliding his cock in and out of my grasp, feeling my cunt
throb in sympathy with him. He grunted and his finger came to a halt,
sliding out of my pussy - I didn't care, I only wanted to feel his cock
right then! He really was big; I couldn't believe how much it was
turning me on just to hold his cock.

I put my mouth up against his ear and started nibbling gently at it. I
whispered into his ear: "I want to eat you. I want to eat you. I want
you to come in my mouth!"

Phil chuckled; he but his hands on my shoulders, easing my long, dangly
earrings and my long hair back. He pressed gently down, easing me down
his body; I knew how much he wanted me to eat him. I closed my eyes, my
whole body alive with pleasure; I got down onto my knees so that my
face was mere inches from his jutting, hard cock. As I positioned
myself, I eased his pants over his gorgeous ass, running my fingers
over it as I peeled off his clothes. He had already kicked off his
shoes; I slid his pants down to his ankles and he stepped out of them -
now, he was naked, like me. I knelt before him, my face pressed close
to his throbbing prick. I took his shaft in my hand and lifted it to
just the right angle, then, I pressed my lips around the arrow-shaped
head of his cock.

Phil let out a moan of pleasure as I slid my lips down tightly until
they reached the shaft; he was only an inch or so into my mouth. But he
felt so good - as I sucked, my mouth filled with the taste of his pre-
cum. I wanted more; I sucked harder and started sliding his cock up and
down with my hand, following its every move with my mouth. Then, aching
to take more of his cock in my mouth, I forced my lips down tightly
over the shaft of his prick. I felt it slowly entering my mouth,
spreading my lips as he lifted his hips toward me; I pressed it deeper
and felt the head against the top of my throat. I curved my fingers
around his shaft - I'd only put half of him into my mouth! I wouldn't
let that stop me - I loved having all of a man inside my mouth and
throat and I was great at it. I straightened out my head so that my
neck was at the perfect angle - and then I forced him deeper.

He really was huge; thick and long like few men I've given head to,
even in my business. But I took him all, slowly, savoring every inch
into my throat, pressing him in hard, stretching my throat and deep-
throating so I could eat every last inch of that beautiful cock. When
my fingers were wrapped around Phil's luscious balls and I knew that
I'd shoved all of him into my mouth, I slid my head back and then
thrust it forward, fucking Phil's cock in and out of my mouth. I
started rocking my head up and down over his cock, hungrily impaling my
mouth and throat again and again. He groaned, loving it as I sucked
hard and stepped up the pace. He started shoving his hips faster,
meeting every thrust of my face with his cock. He was so well-hung, he
was making my pussy throb just being in my mouth! I kept eating him
deep, into my mouth again and again, taking him every time with a
hungry little grunt low in my throat. I sucked hard, wanting him to
spurt into my mouth! I felt his cock-muscles tensing; he was getting
ready! I was so good at blow-jobs, that I had no doubt I could make him
come whenever I wanted to. But I had to have it now - I simply had to
get his thick load of jizz! If I didn't drink his come right now, I was
going to explode with desire!

I hammered his cock in and out of my mouth, fucking him deep, deep,
forcing him all the way into my hungry throat every time he entered my
mouth. Then Phil let out a sudden grunt. "I'm gonna - I'm gonna come!"
and I knew I was finally going to taste him! I thrust faster, faster,
and harder as I felt him plowing into me. Then he jerked, and his cock
seemed to spew in gallons - filling my mouth with his delicious taste.
I kept sucking, shoving his cock in and out of my mouth, faster,
faster, my lips clamped tight around his shaft. I felt a droplet of
come leaking out of my lips, running down my face; I sucked harder so I
could get more and more of that luscious, wonderful fluid! Phil finally
came his last, spewing his final semen into my mouth; I pulled back and
swallowed, licking my face to get every last drop. Then, I slowly
covered his limp cock in tiny tongue-strokes; I licked off all of his
come, slowly, making sure that I didn't rush so that I could savor the
feeling of his cock on my tongue - even soft, he was making me horny.
And as I licked him, I felt him getting hard all over again.

I kept licking, running my tongue slowly from base to head and back
again, stroking his gorgeous shaft with my lips and tongue. When he was
all the way hard, I pressed my lips back around his cock-head and slid
it slowly back into my mouth, loving its feel in my aching throat.
Then, my pussy throbbing in anticipation of what was to come, I slowly
got off my knees and back to my feet, pressing my naked body against
Phil's.

"I love the taste of your come," I whispered into his face. "It's
delicious. I want you to come in my pussy."