and his other hand to masturbate his own cock. Maria let her fingers glide in and out of her wet snatch, allowing her fingers to work their magic. She could feel that the cheeks of her ass were now wet with her pussy juice as well. She allowed her index finger to brush against her tight little asshole, and was surprised at just how easily her finger slid in, and how good it felt. She imagined Stefan penetrating her ass the way he would to this model in just a few moments.
The model reached up, pushed Stefan’s hand off his cock, and took over pumping Stefan’s penis. This had been nothing at all like the gay porno video Tricia had shown her. This was a seduction. No two ways about it. Stefan had lured this guy in off the beach with the guise of painting a portrait, but she was certain that was only a subsequent intention. Hell,
she
could have modeled for him, but he would never have asked for that. To him, she was a hired employee, nothing more.
During the interview, after Stefan had informed her that the job was hers, he asked if she had any questions. She had one.
“Why hire a female employeeI, if you’re this big into your sex life? Why not just hire a gay man, one who can satisfy you whenever you please?”
“A gigolo, you mean.”
“A sure thing,” she retorted. “You’d be paying him to clean, but then you could have intimacy whenever you felt like it.”
Stefan smiled. “I hate drama,” he said. “You hire someone for that capacity, and he’s sure to develop emotional attachments…get jealous. I’m not looking for a boyfriend. I’ve hadplenty of those in my life. I’m more interested in experiences. New ones with new people. By hiring a woman, I don’t have to worry about such tedious inconveniences. You’ve already mentioned you have a boyfriend, and by the way you’ve avoided going into detail about him, I surmise he’s not happy about you working here. But you have nothing in terms of parts that interest me. Don’t get me wrong, you are a beautiful young lady, but not my type at all.”
Don’t be too sure about that
, she;d thought.
I’d suck your cock so good you’d never go back to your gay days
.
The model was now rolling over onto his hands and knees. Stefan stood and ran over to a cabinet, pulled the drawer out, and produced a tube of body lubricant. He unscrewed the cap, slathered some on his cock, then onto the model’s waiting ass, and guided the head of his cock into the model’s ass cheeks. There was a moment when the man groaned out in pain, contorting his face into a tight grimace; then Stefan was pulling out again. He waited a few seconds, allowing the model to guide his ass back into his cock, and then he was butt-fucking him.
Stefan wrapped his hands around the model’s hips and thrust in and out slowly, in long strokes that made Maria think of the paintbrush, and then Stefan’s right hand was reaching around the model’s body to stroke his cock.
Maria hadn’t realized it, but at some point her free hand had also found its way into her panties. One hand was in front of her now, working at her wet, aching pussy. The other was fingering her ass from behind. She was diddling herself into a frenzy, preparing for the most explosive climax she’d ever had, when she made a noise.
A wet plop, spattering on the marble tile floor beneath her. Her pussy had secreted so much juice that it leaked through the bottom of her panties and fallen gloriously onto the floor.
There was a moment when the two men stopped fucking and looked up. Stefan’s face peered around the room, and Maria had to push back behind the peacock feathers to avoid his glare.
He knew she was in the room.
Stefan smiled, pushed his cock deep into the model’s ass, and let out a moan. His Adam’s apple vibrated like the string on a violin. The model groaned and bucked against Stefan’s pelvis, his face a contorted beam of pain and pleasure.
Maria rushed out of the studio and into Stefan’s bedroom.
Learning to Kill: Stories