Vegas Heat

by Matthew Lee

  I can't tell you why, but hearing her talk like this made my dick grow. She noticed.

  “I wanted to touch it, Honey. I didn't, but you said tell you the truth so I confess I wanted to. Did you see it? It was beautiful; so masculine and strong, so thick and long.”

  “I'm glad you didn't,” I managed to say.

  She reached down and took my dick in her hand and squeezed.

  “I wondered how his dick would look erect. How big would it get? Just imagining it hard turned me on so much. I was surprised by how badly I wanted to put it in my mouth. I had to look away.”

  Blood surged into my dick. I was hard as a rock. Julie said nothing and lowered her mouth to my penis, enveloping me in a hot, wet slide. I moaned. She sucked hard and bobbed her head a few times, then jumped up. I groaned with frustration. Julie never swallows my load, instead pulling off and finishing me with her hand, but I still hope every time that this will be the time.

  “Hang on,” she insisted. She ran to the cabinet and returned with a tape measure. “Six and a half long, five inches around. I'll have to look that up and let you know, but for now come here.”

  She climbed on top of me and settled her wet and tight young pussy around my shaft. Before I could do anything my wife started fucking me hard. I rested my hands on her hips but there was nothing for me to do. She was using me and my hard dick to get off and I liked it.

  Her head was back and her eyes were closed and her long hair was tickling my thighs and I wondered if she was imagining me inside her or if Older Man was fucking her right now. My gut told me Older Man and again, I didn't get angry.

  She cupped both her big and ridiculously firm tits and pinched her nipples. She lifted a tit to her mouth and sucked a nipple. I got so turned on listening to her orgasm I came too, throwing her off of me and pulling out just in time, spraying my stomach and chest.

  This time we both showered. Neither of us brought the subject up again. We both had plenty to think about. Later that evening we were in bed watching a movie when something occurred to me.

  “Jules?” I asked. “Did I see that man hand you something? Like a business card?”

  The popcorn stopped half-way to her mouth.

  “Yes.”

  “May I see it?”

  “Okay.” She leaned over the side of the bed and fished through her purse. She handed me the card. It read: Jacob Brighton Photography with a number and an email. The back was blank.

  “What did he say when he handed it to you?” I asked.

  She seemed embarrassed. “That I should be modeling and making tons of money. I said I wasn't tall enough for modeling and he said I could make a lot of money modeling swimsuits or clothing or lingerie. He asked my age and if I'd any experience. He told me to call him but I said I had to talk it over with you.”

  “Why didn't you?”

  “After thinking about it I decided not to. Those girls are gorgeous. I'm not pretty enough or sexy enough. People would laugh at me.”

  I was dumbstruck. My jaw hit the bed.

  “Are you crazy, Jules? You are stunning! You are super-hot! I'm not telling you to do it, I'm just saying you totally could.”

  Julie blushed again. She tried to snatch the card from me but I was too quick.

  “Really?” she asked. “You really think so? We could sure use the extra money. Should I try it, Baby?”

  “Use your awesome Internet research skills and find out if he's legit and if he is, try it and see if you like it. At least get a bunch of questions together and call and talk with him.”

  Julie was beaming. She jumped out of bed and stood before the full-length mirror, turning side to side, scrutinizing her body. She peeled her nightshirt off and repeated the process nude.

  “Oh Baby, are you sure?” She asked, insecurities running wild.

  “Julie, I swear to you, I know you can't see it but you have a world-class body. Your face is gorgeous. Your hair, your skin, your eyes, your smile; everyone notices you.”

  “Okay!” she exclaimed, “I'll check him out.” She turned on the computer and soon the glow of the monitor filled the room. A nagging anxiety settled into the pit of my stomach. Was I acting stupid here?

  Three weeks later we sat in the large waiting room at Jacob Brighton Photography surrounded by fake plants and shag carpet. Four doors led from the room. The setting sun glared in the only window. On the coffee table along with old magazines was Jacob's portfolio book and it was impressive. At the front of the book were all the generic ads for soup and kid's clothes and toothpaste, but as we turned the pages we discovered swimsuit and intimate-wear models. Julie glanced through the beachwear but really studied the women dressed in lingerie.

  Julie insisted I accompany her today and Jacob easily agreed. If she made even half the money he said she would, we'd get both credit cards paid off in less than a year, and those have been hanging around our necks for a long time.

  Ten minutes later the black studio door opened and Jacob walked out with a drop-dead gorgeous blue-eyed blonde. Julie took one look at that girl and her self-confidence and enthusiasm imploded. I saw fear rise in her eyes. I took Julie's hands in mine.

  “Don't worry about her,” I whispered as Jacob and Blondie said their good-byes. “You are prettier than her and you have a much better body. Look at her, Jules. You are in much better shape than she is.”

  I wasn't just saying it. Blondie was tall with big boobs but her skin was lightly dimpled from fat and her face wasn't as pretty as Julie's. Julie looked her up and down and I saw some confidence return. She met my eyes and nodded.

  “I'm okay,” she murmured.

  Jacob shut the big outer door behind Blondie and turned to us. We made formal introductions all around and he welcomed me but said for insurance reasons, I would not be allowed into the studio. I said I understood. Julie brought along all her swimsuits in a bag but he said he wouldn't need them. His clients wanted to see photos of the model wearing their suits. Julie left her suits with me and entered the studio. The door closed with a click.

  I returned to flipping through the portfolio book. The deeper I went, the less the models wore. The last two pages were especially hot as the girls were virtually nude. Jacob used lighting and shadow to incredible effect and this actually heightened the sexuality of the pictures. He had serious talent. I closed the back cover and flipped the book face up. In the bottom right corner I noticed a small sticker with “1 of 2” hand written in black ink. So there was a second book somewhere?

  I looked around the waiting room but saw nothing. I knew the big door led outside to the parking lot and the black door led to the studio, but where did the other two doors lead? I checked one and it opened into a restroom. I checked the other and although the knob was locked, the door wasn't shut fully so it swung open. I gazed into Jacob's office.

  I stepped quickly to the studio door and placed my ear against it. I heard muffled voices a fair distance away so I decided to risk it. Four big steps brought me inside his office.

  I glanced rapidly at the shelves along the wall and then scanned his desk top. Nothing. I opened the large cabinet doors next to his desk and was greeted by six large monitors, three of which were clearly recording what was happening inside the studio, three that were dark.

  On the first monitor I saw Julie wearing a small black bikini and holding a beach ball above her head while Jacob snapped pictures. The second monitor was a distance shot that captured the entire studio; Jacob and Julie and the backdrop and all his equipment and lights. The third camera was pointed behind a free standing screen. There was no sound.

  As I watched, Julie lowered the ball and stepped behind the screen to change into the next bikini. She disappeared from two monitors and appeared on the third.

  I saw everything as she untied her top and bottoms. Jacob was busy ignoring her and changing lens and back-ground but why try to catch a glimpse when you are recording everything in close-up detail? I got angry. He'd already recorded my wife
nude!

  Jacob lifted his head and he must have said something to Julie because her head came up too and I saw her lips move. Jacob stepped to a small door in the studio wall and opened it, flipping on a light. When he did, the other three monitors came to life.

  This was a storage room which contained extra equipment and supplies and scenery but what caught my eye and was the focal point for the three remaining cameras was a large king-sized bed against the left wall. Pervert Mother Fucker!

  Julie finished slipping into the next suit; a red one-piece cut low under her arms exposing plenty of side-boob. She looked hot. I reminded myself I was angry. She exited that screen and I picked her up on the other two. Jacob returned.

  I noticed Jacob had a large light blocking the door to the waiting room so I knew I would have time if he headed back. He'd have to move that light first. I continued scanning the shelves and soon found the second portfolio book. I flipped open the first page.

  A young, hot, and wildly sexy brunette girl stared back at me. She wore a see-through bathrobe and gazed right into the camera. I turned the page. Her tits were small but her ass was perfect. She obviously worked-out. Two pages later she spread her pussy for the camera and three pages after that her tongue wrapped around the large head of what I was certain was Jacob's cock. I got a kick in the guts as I remembered Julie telling me when she'd first seen it she wanted it in her mouth. Apparently this girl felt the same way.

  I checked the monitors briefly and Julie still wore the red one-piece but the backdrop had changed from a pool to a tropical beach.

  I turned pages. The brunette gave way to a redhead and then several blonde girls. There were pictures of every one of them sucking Jacob's big dick. When I realized the pictures were taken on the bed in the storage room, I knew that meant Jacob also possessed video of each encounter, and I bet they didn't end with just a blowjob. I only saw those pictures because at that point Jacob still held the camera. The video would capture everything that happened after he set the camera down.

  I glanced at the monitor and Julie was changing again, this time into a tiny green suit that was little more than three triangles of thin fabric. Her tits spilled out all the way around including underneath and the material barely covered her puffy nipples. She adjusted it carefully. Her pussy was covered but a little soft hair peeked out at the top and no amount of adjusting could hide it. A string disappeared between her firm butt cheeks.

  I wanted to hate this guy. I really did. But what a set-up! Jacob was a genius. He'd prowl the malls for innocent new talent, bring them back with promises of wealth, film them almost nude and score fairly often with incredibly hot young girls. Jacob was the man. I'd make sure Julie never saw him again.

  I skipped to the back pages of the book. This was the hardcore stuff. I recognized the brunette again but now three well-endowed guys fucked her at the same time and one of them was black! Her eyes looked drunk or drugged and I wondered if Jacob got them wasted first. I studied her face more closely and admitted she seemed to be present and enjoying herself.

  I needed to collect Julie and get out of there. I put everything back exactly the way it was and watched them on the screen, keeping an eye that nothing happened and returning to the waiting room only when I saw them wrapping up.

  I was flipping through People magazine when they entered. I rose, shook Jacob's hand and asked Julie how it went. She said she was nervous at first but Jacob made her feel beautiful and sexy and she quickly relaxed.

  “You were amazing,” he stated. “Easily the most gorgeous girl I've ever worked with, and now here's the best part!” Jacob handed Julie a stack of cash. “You have my number,” he continued. “Let me know when you want more work. I'm afraid I have to rush and get ready for my next appointment.”

  We all shook hands again and Julie and I left. I noticed Julie looked at him with wonder in her eyes. My wife seemed to be smitten. I thought no more about it, but I should have.

  On the ride home I told her everything I'd uncovered. Julie was shocked. I told her I did not want her going back there, fully expecting her to quickly agree.

  She hesitated. “Why?” she asked.

  Now it was my turn to be shocked.

  “Because he's a predator, Julie! Because you're not safe around him! He gives girls drugs or alcohol and plays on their dreams and then fucks them and records it. Are you kidding me?”

  “But now I know it, Sweetheart. Thanks to your detective work we're onto his game. Look how much I got paid, Baby! For just two hours! I will be on guard for his tricks and I won't drink anything he gives me. He doesn't fuck every girl he photographs. Maybe he only fucks the girls that want him to. I'll be one of the ones that get away.”

  I didn't like her plan and told her so. She assured me she'd be fine. We drove in silence for a while. I wanted to order her to never return. I wanted to forbid her. I knew my reaction was immature but I was powerless to control it.

  Julie turned to face me, grinning. “So, in those pictures, you saw it hard. How did it look? When he's erect is he really big like I thought he would be?”

  My jaw fell open. I could not believe she was asking me that. I ignored her.

  “I bet it is,” she went on, looking out the windshield. “I bet it's fucking huge and beautiful and manly and frightening. I can picture it so easily.”

  I changed the subject. “Tell me what modeling was like. You said you were nervous at first. How did you relax? Was it fun?”

  “It was awesome, Honey. I was scared at first, and felt like I wasn't pretty enough. Jacob knew exactly what I was thinking and reassured me. As we took pictures he said really sweet and flattering things. He complimented my body and my face. He said I photograph well. He was very convincing. After a little while I started to feel sexy and got into it. Before I knew it I was turned on. David, I might be an exhibitionist. I never knew that about myself. That's another reason I want to keep going; I really liked showing off. Don't worry Sweetie, everything will be fine.”

  I wanted to believe her but my gut told me otherwise.

  “I have a very bad feeling about all this,” I told her. “I really want you to stay away from him. I can't come with you every time, Honey.”

  “David, I'm a big girl. I promise if I ever feel like I need to leave, I will.”

  I pouted the rest of the way home.

  Julie showered and came out of the bathroom wearing a towel. I was about to ask her if she was hungry but the look in her eyes stopped me. She let the towel fall to the ground.

  If I am married to her for a thousand years I'll never get over how sexy she is. In addition to the body and the face, there is an aura of sweet innocence about her that a woman this physically attractive should not have. I am drawn in and captivated before I catch myself. She has no idea how stunning she's become.

  I crossed the room and crushed her with kisses and felt her melt under my hands. I roughly squeezed her large breasts and pinched her nipples, causing her to moan from deep in her chest. I spun her around and smacked her ass and then I remembered her defiance and refusal to stop the modeling and I smacked her again, much harder, fueled by my irritation with her. She yelped but did not move away, awaiting the next slap. I gave it to her, harder than the other two and she cried out. When I touched her pussy she was soaked.

  I spun her to face me. Raw, barely contained passion filled her eyes. She was desperately horny, longing to be taken. Her naked lust frightened me a little. I was shocked by it. I'd never seen that look in her eyes before.

  Before I was able to make my next move, she dropped to her knees with a frustrated whimper and fumbled to free my dick. The moment she saw it she inhaled me down to my balls, choking and gagging and forcing every inch into her mouth and down her throat. I held her head and short-fucked her mouth. She sensed how fast I would orgasm and slipped me out trying to slow things down but before I could stop myself I blasted a hot load straight into open air. I heard her cry, “Nooooo!” before my legs went
weak and I fell onto the love seat.

  Julie let out a frustrated groan and curled into a ball on the floor, fucking herself on her fingers. I felt bad for cumming so fast so I dropped to my knees and began licking her, but somehow that seemed to make things worse. I used my fingers on her and my tongue too but the squirming and writhing and distressed moans and gasps told me I was failing.

  “What, Baby,” I asked, annoyed. “What do you want me to do?”

  She grabbed a handful of my hair and twisted my face up to hers.

  “Fuck me!” she yelled. “I need to be fucked! Pound me, Baby. I desperately want a hard cock inside me. I need a hard cock inside me. A big one. A big hard cock buried in my cunt!”

  I'd never seen her act this horny.

  “Well I can't, Honey. I'll need some time first. Let me get you off with my mouth.”

  She drew in a bushel of air and let it out in a long sigh. She pulled her legs up to her chest assuming a fetal position.

  “No, its okay, I'm sorry for yelling, David. Just hold me.”

  I spooned her and neither of us spoke a long time.

  “I'm sorry I came so fast, Honey,” I finally offered.

  “No, don't feel badly about it. I'm actually flattered. You looked at me with such lust in your eyes. I loved it. Let's dress up and go out. I need to burn some energy.”

  I was ready quickly and then waited for her. It was worth the wait. From the back of the apartment I heard her ask, “How do I look?”

  She came out of our bedroom wearing a little black dress that was painted on. The dress plunged in the back all the way to the dimples above her butt and plunged in the front almost to her belly button. She obviously wore no bra. The tight dress was short; easily the shortest thing I'd ever seen her wear, with a hem much closer to her pussy than her knees. The sleeves came down to her wrists with extra fabric hanging free from wrist to armpit. Black patent leather pumps completed her outfit, lifting her heels five inches off the ground. She still only came to my chin but it was the tallest she'd ever been. She'd curled her long brown hair and wore more make-up than ever, but it worked well with her racy outfit and made her even sexier.