Brooklyn Nude in Heels
“You hugged and kissed me warmly on the neck as I pressed the hardness of my pierced nipples into your chest. I could feel the strength in your torso and long arms as you held my body against your body, briefly. When you pulled away I licked your earlobe sensually with my skilled tongue before whispering, “I had to suck my own toes to get this toering on.”
You couldn’t resist looking down at my feet for a single second. They were perfectly pedicured, as always, and completely visible through my clear, high-arched, fuck me heels. You did your best to conceal how that made you feel, but I knew.
I didn’t wait for you to tell me what to do after I caught you staring at my feet. I knew what I was there for and I knew what I had to do, but I wanted to be systematic about it, you know? I wanted to build up your desire, so by the end of the shoot, you would be so horny for me that you would book me to shoot every time I was in town. And if I was lucky, I might actually get to fuck you and make you mine. I know it was a long shot, because you had such a great reputation of never taking it too far, and that usually comes from not fucking the models… but a girl had to try, right?”
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Your text: Im booked solid for a few weeks. Hit you later
My text: I fly back to Rio first thing tomorrow. Can’t you squeeze in a few hours?
Your text: Sorry, wish I had more time
My text: Give me one more chance. I know I fucked up. I will be ready this time. I promise you
Your text: You know the types of models I work with. You know the level I’m shooting for.
My text: I do and I’m sorry about last time. I’ll bring the wardrobe. I’ll give you everything I got.
Your text: Okay fine. 2pm. East deck. Perfect details, and don’t be late.
My text: Thank you thank you. My details will be perfect for you. I’ll be there on time. Love you.
See, the first time you photographed me I didn’t know who the fuck you were. For me, it was just some shoot, with some guy with a camera, just like every other day. I needed shots for my OnlyFans profile, and you needed shots for some series you were working on. Cool. But I didn’t understand how big an opportunity it was to pose nude for you. It was also my first time in New Paris and none of my girlfriends had shot with you before so I didn’t know if you were good or trash. I remember you were asking me to get into positions and do weird stuff while we were shooting, and I wasn’t interested in that. I basically phoned it in.
But let’s back up a bit.
During the day I drive for an all-girl racing crew. We primarily street race and enter small circuits for currency and clout around the industrial area of the city, but we’re all fly. We’ve all been modeling since the beginning as a way to bring in extra cash. And, lowkey, you couldn’t even get into our pit crew unless you were fine as fuck, had a large following on your socials, and swung both ways. Feel me?
Fast forward to that day.
I was in town for the Matador Grand Prix that we had just barely won early that morning. Instead of getting lit that night and turning up with my girls to celebrate I immediately texted you. I needed to convince you to shoot me before my flight back home.
See, by then I had done my research on you and carefully studied every photo of every editorial you shot that I could find. The way you captured a woman was fascinating to me. You didn’t shoot like most male cameramen. You had a fashion-driven approach to composition and styling. And the legs… no one shot legs and feet like you. I know because I have an intense foot fetish for girls. When I’m in the city, if I see a girl with pretty feet I make it a point to meet her, just to tell her that I’m in love with her toes.
But yeah… I told myself that if I ever got the chance to be photographed by you again, I was going to give you my best work. I knew exactly what you wanted and I was determined to make it a shoot you’d drool over long after I was gone.
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I walked through the doors of the East Deck that afternoon like I approach my AMG C63s on race day: Slowly, savoring every high-heeled step in front of your discerning eyes. I was 5 minutes early, smelling like crushed white cherries, and wearing a pair of ultra low-rise pants that sat on my hips just below my freshly shaven pussy. Yes, my pussy was out in clear view when I walked through the door, and yes that’s aggressive as fuck, lol… but fuck it… I’m a PrettyBoy Killer. We give no fucks. This was my last chance.
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You hugged and kissed me warmly on the neck as I pressed the hardness of my pierced nipples into your chest. I could feel the strength in your torso and long arms as you held my body against your body, briefly. When you pulled away I licked your earlobe sensually with my skilled tongue before whispering, “I had to suck my own toes to get this toering on.”
You couldn’t resist looking down at my feet for a single second. They were perfectly pedicured, as always, and completely visible through my clear, high-arched, fuck me heels. You did your best to conceal how that made you feel, but I knew.
I didn’t wait for you to tell me what to do after I caught you staring at my feet. I knew what I was there for and I knew what I had to do, but I wanted to be systematic about it, you know? I wanted to build up your desire, so by the end of the shoot, you would be so horny for me that you would book me to shoot every time I was in town. And if I was lucky, I might actually get to fuck you and make you mine. I know it was a long shot, because you had such a great reputation for never taking it too far, and that usually comes from not fucking the models… but a girl had to try, right?
My tight little pussy hadn’t been fucked in too many months to admit out loud without crying. You, on the other hand, were known for having coconut-sized balls and a bat-sized cock swinging between your legs. I’m a short girl at only 5’3, but I’m 100% sure I could make it fit inside me… or die trying, right? At minimum, I hoped I got to see it… maybe kiss it a little and rub it on my face.
Fuck.
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The sunset was so much hotter than I expected but I was killing the session. Thankfully I was nearly naked in every shot with my legs dancing suggestively in the air for you. I could tell you were mesmerized by how visible the rod in your pants had grown. But when I caught a view of the wet spot on your pant leg where pre cum from the tip of your fully erect cock had soaked through the fabric… I felt animalistic. I stared at it through my sunglasses, imagining how your beautiful dick looked naked. Imagining how your clear dick honey would taste on the surface of my tongue, swirling around my mouth. Imagining the thickness of your immense shaft, forcing my mouth open wider as you sat on my face and fed its engorged length to me.
Fuck.
I really needed to see it, so when I entered the pool to begin posing in the warm water again I asked you to undress and join me so you could cool off too. Sure, it was a cheap ploy, but a girl’s gotta try… right?
I turned my back and waded in carefully, keeping most of my body above the warm water. When I looked over my shoulder, you were stepping down into the shallow end with your bold, clean-shaven fuck muscle dangling and bobbin out in the open air. The shaft was so round and stocky like a tree trunk. The apple-shaped dome of your tip was wet and shining as more pre-cum leaked out of the hole in clear strands. And fuck me… your fat beefy little balls sat so neatly at the base. Ugh. My head was swimming. All I wanted right then was for you to sit those pretty brown balls on my face. Please.
Fuck it.
From that point on, in my mind, every position I placed myself in as you photographed me was a clear invitation for you to come pork my tangy cunt. I opened my mouth and I closed my eyes. I didn’t care if you stroked your cock right in front of me. I didn’t care if you lapped at my slit like a dog, or rode me bareback like a horse. I spread my sticky pussy lips to you and opened my tiny asshole in submission. I wanted you to know I was ready and willing to be used.
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I had torn off the last piece of wardrobe and was just laying there naked, spread wide, not even posing anymore, to be honest. You were standing over me, your erect dick dripping water mixed with pre-cum onto my legs and feet as you gazed down at my ripe body. We had passed the part where we act like we were capturing photos and were just staring at each other’s exposed anatomy.
I knew it was going too far, but I knew you wouldn’t make the first move. In the back of my head, I thought to myself that you must want me. Your cock had been hard like an iron rod for over an hour straight. Surely your meaty muscle craved the feeling of being repeatedly slid in and out of my honey soaked cunt. I couldn’t imagine you didn’t want to hear that squishy liquid sound my gooey puss makes when it’s swallowing a thick dong. But even if you didn’t, I couldn’t help myself. I had waited as long as I could.
I pinched my pierced nipple so hard as I laid back on the floor and guided my other hand down between my legs.
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When you didn’t move I began to talk to you. It was my way of feeling you out, making sure I hadn’t lost you and that you weren’t going to freak out. And if you were suddenly blinded by the electric light of my devilish fingers disappearing into my spilling cunt, I had hoped the sound of my voice would lead you to me.
Can I sit cross-legged on your lap and gently spank your tight balls? Can I gloss my lips and tenderly kiss your plump sack over and over again? Does fucking between my long naked legs make your fat boner drool?
When was the last time you had your mouth full of a pretty girl’s perfectly pedicured toes like these as you busted your thick, wet load into her open mouth?
When was the last time one of your models laid out with their legs apart, let you stand over them with your thick cock in hand, and fully drain your precious balls in cream heavy splats all over her?
When was the last time you pulled out a spilt second after your last stroke, and came over and over again, all over a body this magnificent?