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𝗣𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗢𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗧

Author: eclrgray
last update Last Updated: 2023-03-25 15:05:16

Lara was a pórn model. She had a website just for her núdes and poses naked for anyone who needed a model.

But that wasn't the only way she earned her money. She also sends videos of her màsturbating to people who wish to watch her. Of course they are worth a lot, but she is well aware anyone would throw money at her just to see her in whatever outfit they request her to wear.

The longer the video, the more expensive it gets. They would tell her what to record and she would follow every single instruction.

She's been doing this for almost two years now. There have already been a handful of requests for her body parts in the past year, and she's getting used to those requests.

"ahhhh~," Lara moans, stretching out on her bed after finishing her last video. The next day she'll upload another. Her phone pings with an email and she saw the name of the well known séx magazine in the industry.

"We would like to invite you for a pórn photoshoot," the email states, sending butterflies through Lara. She has done nude modeling before, so it isn't like she doesn't know how it works or anything like that.

But this time, they're going to be doing it professionally. She knows he will ask for a specific pose and she can do it because she's good at what she does. That being said, she will be posing naked. Not just for him, but for everyone else as well, including herself.

The thought excite her beyond belief.

Lara quickly typed her reply, saying yes and then sent it off. The magazine company replied within seconds with a reply saying they look forward to working with her along with the name of the photographer she'll be working with.

After taking a deep breath, Lara closed her eyes. She finds him quite captivating. To have his díck inside her while they take photos. She started counting in her head, not wanting to let her imagination go wild before she went ahead and work with the photographer.

Lara walked into the set and was surprised with how big it was. The lighting made everything feel even more surreal than usual. It looked almost unreal. Lara tried to ignore the stares she was receiving from the models as they all stood around and waited for their turn.

"Lara," A woman called out to Lara from across the room. "Travis is waiting for you."

"Oh!" Lara walked over to her, shaking her hand. She was slightly disappointed at that she didn't get a chance to talk to him first. However, she was excited about this photoshoot that could possibly help her get more subscribers.

She was lead towards a different room where they were supposed to shoot. When they got there, the photographer sat down at a camera and started fiddling with some controls.

A second later, she heard the click of a shutter.

"I just need you to sit in the bed, alright?" He said to her, gesturing her forward.

Lara walked forward and sat down in the bed. The photographer turned around and smiled at her, clicking a couple more times before turning to the camera.

"Spread your legs, please." Travis said.

So Lara did as she was told, spreading them further apart and resting her hands on the bed's edge. She didn't wear any undergarments just to impress him and she smiled inwardly as she heard him gasped at her display.

After adjusting the camera settings again he spoke up. "I'd like you to close your eyes, okay? And I want you to start stroking yourself."

She nodded. As soon as her fingers touched herself she felt her entire face heat up. He wanted to see that? Well, she wasn't one to disappoint. She stroked herself harder, trying to focus on pleasing herself and not the photographer.

"Like this, sir?" Lara asked once she finally managed to relax enough to stop herself from moaning. The photographer simply nodded.

She continued to stroke herself until she came, gasping loudly. Once the feeling subsided Lara opened her eyes and saw him standing between her knees.

"You look sexy." He finally muttered. Before she knew it he had moved and was looking at her with piercing eyes and licked his lips.

His voice had changed. Gone was the warm, honeyed tone he normally took. Now it was deep and dark. It felt so good.

"Is there anything else you want to show me?" Travis asked her, moving closer. He placed both his hands on her thighs and moved his gaze back up to hers.

"Umm....N-" Lara couldn't finish her sentence.

Travis leaned in even closer. She could see his dark brown eyes staring right into hers as his mouth hovered above her pússy.

"Do you want me to touch you here?" He murmured, running his thumb around her clit.

"Yes...yes! Please..." Lara stammered, unable to form coherent words due to excitement and lust.

The whole studio seemed to quieten down, except for the sound of Lara's soft moans and Travis's breathing heavily against her skin. His hands started roaming her body, touching her breasts and squeezing her behinds while sucking her clit gently.

As he worked her, Lara found herself starting to get light headed. She clutched the sheets tightly as she cried out his name. When she finished she collapsed on her back, completely boneless.

He moved down and lapped up her juices before he crawled onto the bed, kissing her.

His kisses were rough and passionate, but she welcomed every ounce of it.

Soon his tongue was invading her throat, making her gasp loudly as she felt him press his clothed erection against her pússy.

"Fùck me." She breathed.

He kissed his way back up to her earlobe before licking the spot he had sucked from minutes earlier. After that he whispered something that Lara could barely hear over her heavy panting and the rush of blood in her ears.

"On your knees." He ordered softly in her ear.

Lara complied and knelt on her knees, placing her hands flat against the cool tile floor.

With a swift movement, Travis pulled his pants off, leaving him standing in front of her in nothing but his boxers. Her gaze traveled to where his cock was now poking out of his boxers. Lara felt her mouth water as she realized she wouldn't be able to touch that without being wet. She wondered if he would taste salty too.

Just as she began imagining things, Travis grabbed her jaw and lifted it, forcing eye contact with him. "Suck."

Lara swallowed nervously and hesitantly brought her mouth closer to his cóck. She hesitated momentarily as she ran her tongue over his length before she took it into her mouth slowly.

Once Lara started bobbing her head, she felt him start thrusting his hips, rubbing himself against her mouth. He growled in satisfaction and grabbed a hold of her hair, pulling it tight as he buried himself deep inside her throat.

"Oh shít!" He exclaimed, throwing his head back and letting out a loud groan. "Good gracious, you're amazing!"

Lara didn't respond. She felt so hot that even talking was difficult. She could hardly breathe as the pleasure built up again. After a few minutes of her pleasuring Travis, he withdrew from her mouth.

Travis removed his hands from her hair and placed them on her shoulders instead. Helping her stand up, he guided her back towards the bed.

"Get down on all fours, spread your legs wide, lay your ass out so I can get shots." He instructed. Lara followed suit spreading her legs wider and held herself up by planting both her hands on the bed.

Travis snapped a shot from behind his camera and then moved in between her legs.

"Are you ready?" He asked, looking at her with hungry eyes.

She looked back, seeing a hunger that matched her own. Lara nodded her head and he pressed himself firmly against her opening, causing Lara to moan loudly. Then he pushed himself all the way inside, hitting her cervix and eliciting a loud cry from her.

"Shh," he hushed. "Don't make a noise." He continued to ram himself inside of her, hitting every sensitive spot she had as Lara continued to ride out the high.

He reached a rhythm and soon began thrusting into her hard and fast. Lara whimpered as she felt herself getting more wetter.

"Fúck, baby. You fúcking feel so good." He moaned, continuing his pace.

"Please, I need more. Take me deeper. Don't stop," Lara pleaded. She needed to feel him in all areas.

He gave her no choice as he pushed himself as far as possible into her as hard as he could. Lara's back arched, a scream escaping her lips. He kept his rhythm going as he filled her fully, causing a loud wail of pure ecstasy to escape Lara's mouth.

Travis stopped, leaning over Lara so he could grab both of her arms, holding her still as he fúcked her from behind. He slammed himself into her, grunting with each forceful thrust that made its way deeper and deeper into her.

She threw her head back, crying out as he filled her fully until her walls contracted around him, clenching him tighter and tighter, bringing them both even closer to their release.

Soon after, her orgasm hit her full force. A strangled sound escaped Lara's lips when she screamed his name as her muscles shook violently.

Travis stopped and he pulled out quickly, pushing his cóck inside her mouth. Lara felt her throat constrict and she choked, choking on his cum as she swallowed it.

"Are you okay?"

Lara couldn't answer. All she could think about was how good it felt to have him come deep inside her mouth.

Travis sighed heavily before he wiped his semen off her face and helped her wipe off the rest of hers with a towel.

"Let's continue with the photoshoot."

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