Angst Poses Novels & Stories

I was. Finally, the full offering pose. Forearms on the furs, forehead pressed down, hips tilted impossibly high, thighs spread to their limit. My ass was presented shamelessly, cheeks parted by the angle. My hole winked and fluttered continuously, slick pouring out in visible, wet trails. My cock pressed hard against my abdomen, twitching with every frantic heartbeat. The scouts leaned in slightly, their gazes devouring the shameless display without shame.

I could feel his eyes on me instantly — that intense, devouring gray stare that made my nipples pebble into tight peaks before I even stepped onto the platform. “Today’s pose is different,” he said, circling me slowly like a predator studying prey. “Lie on your back. Knees bent and dropped open. Arms above your head, wrists crossed. I want the curve of your spine, the way your tits lift when you stretch, and that pretty pussy catching the light.”

“Yours?” Grinning, Angela glanced at Kate and then back at the guy. “No. My friend.” At that, the guy nodded quickly. He scooted over to his equipment to prepare them for the shots. Angela helped Kate doff her dress until she was naked and then she arranged Kate’s hair in curls. Once done, she walked her before the camera and instructed Kate to give one of Marilyn Monroe’s sexy pose. With effort, Kate lay on the rug aslant, facing the camera, one hand tilted over her popped up hips while she nestled the other elbow on the floor, supporting her weight.

Laughter that I prefer to ignore, because I already feel too angry. The DJ does not protest, on the contrary, he walks away with his hands raised in a sign of peace. I hold your legs with one hand, and the other rests on your buttocks, so as not to run the risk of showing more than necessary. Angelic doesn't protest. In fact, she doesn't even look surprised.

I tapped on another picture of me sitting against the wall in a set of black lacy lingerie with my legs spread apart. I was holding a small silver vibrator against my underwear. “Just send both, stupid!” She smirked. I raised my eyebrows at her. “What? Might as well. It’ll give him some different options when he looks at your pictures to, ya know”—she made a jerking motion by her pelvis—“come.” " You can't just leave the poor man to stare at just one photo, can you? There's a reason p**n videos are long and dynamic" Angela said, still staring at the photos, scrolling and swiping through the numerous photos we took.

He gestures with a nod of his head for me to climb onto the mattress, and as I carry out the silent order, my nerves turn my stomach into a spinning mess. When I lay my head down on one of the pillows, Angelo doesn’t remove his sweatpants but instead places a knee on the bed. He takes hold of my legs and pushes them open. Intense heat spreads up my neck and face, and I struggle not to slam my legs shut again. Thankfully, he’s looking at my face and not down south. Bracing a hand beside my shoulder, he leans over me, and I feel impossibly small compared to his much bigger size.

Angelo, thinking about the old man again, brought a heavy sigh and exhaled it heavily, a little bit depress. His beautiful black phoenix eyes was inexplinaxly dull for a moment when he stared at Peerce face that a confused expression was visibly written into its refined and sharp face, his mood dampened more after seeing this. Inhaling and exhaling once again, he gathered up his courage and straightened up his back. His short frame with nearly 184 cm height or 1.84 m, despite the thin and slender body had a moment of determined arrogance with a little bit of dominance as a quick thought flash through his mind.

My strokes quicken despite his order, hips bucking into my fist as I watch Luca's expression darken. "Turn around," he demands suddenly. "Bend over the desk. I want to see that ass I’m gonna bury my face in later." Pulse racing, I stand, angling the phone so the camera catches my profile. I lean forward, elbows on the polished wood, ass presented to the lens. The vulnerability hits hard—exposed like this, cock dangling hard between my legs, hole clenching in anticipation. I reach back, spreading my cheeks with one hand, the other still fisting my dick from below.

“Okay… maybe. But please, let’s not spend extravagantly. In fact, I don’t want to touch his card at all.” Angela waved her hand dramatically. “Oh, please—enough of that drama and good-girl attitude. You are a bad bitch! Say it!” “I… am a… bad bitch,” I replied shyly. “Say it from your heart and twerk it out from your butt. Throw it back like this!” She squatted and pushed her hips up. “I… (twerk) am… (twerk) a… (twerk) bad bitch! (twerk) Repeat after me!”

A couple of guys are watching me and Angel dance. They’re sitting on the leather couch closest to us and it’s hard to ignore them. They’re good looking guys and I’m enjoying their attention. We have their attention but they aren’t close enough to touch me without permission. Angel’s arm wraps around my waist, our bodies grinding together as we vibe. I pull out my phone and hold it above us because over-sized t-shirts with pockets are life. She closes her eyes tight and smiles wide and I stare at the camera as I record a Snarl. We continue dancing as I press share and slip the phone back into my pocket.