His flaccid penis bounced as he walked. And Ella mused at how such a small thing was the tool of Harry's forceful conquest and domination over her pussy.
Harry smiled down at her in a fatherly sort of way, and he jumped onto the bed, laying down next to her. He then grabbed her and pulled her on top of him, clasping her tightly to himself so she couldn't move. She looked up at him from his chest, and a wave of euphoria washed over her at his sudden affection. He rolled her back onto her back, and leaned over her, his soft penis pressing onto her thigh. There was an issue where a customer had bought a piece of furniture, and it wasn't properly labeled, and it was sold to someone else.
I wasn't on shift when it happened, but my asshole manager chewed me out right in front of the customers. I could have fucked him up right there, but I had to think about my job. So afterwards I just went out and smoked a cigarette. Then I purposefully ignored him the rest of my shift, and took off 15 minutes early.
He didn't say anything to me, so I think he got the fuckin' picture. He grabbed for his cigarettes and lit one. Ella had been smiling sweetly and nodding with appropriate "awws" when needed.
She had a mixture of feelings. Part of her was loving the attention from him. Another part of her felt like his story made him seem kind of pathetic. And seeing him in that light, made her remember him fucking her differently, where she was kind of ashamed for letting a man like this fuck her.
But, her disgust was also mixed with a strange kind of arousal. She partially liked the idea of seeing him as a pathetic, undesirable man, who she was giving the best pussy to. He must see her like a goddess, like the perfect little sex slave he was unbelievably lucky to have.
She smiled at him and he leaned in, forcibly kissing her with a tongue bitter with cigarette smoke. As she felt his tongue manipulating hers, she felt his penis move on her thigh as it started to stiffen.
He pulled away from kissing her, and looking at her in gratitude said, "You're a great friend". Ella and Harry had been having sex for two weeks now, and had not yet discussed their relationship.
Ella knew their relationship was primarily sexual, but she was jarred to hear Harry labeling her as nothing more than a friend, especially after the sex they had just had. Harry rolled over to pick up his cigarette from the ash tray and took a drag. Ella noticed him cool, and that his erection was gone.
He broke a smile, "It is mine," he said blowing smoke at her teasingly. Ella wasn't sure how she felt about where the conversation was going, so she changed the subject.
I keep giving him what I can a week, and I know he says it's fine, but I can tell he's getting impatient. It gives me anxiety about my living situation because I know he could have someone else here that could pay.
Maybe I could help him out with his photography work a bit to make it up to him. Ella quipped almost triumphantly, "Jealous? Mike does erotic photos. And later they freaked out on him because that wasn't what they were looking to do. So if you work with Mike, you have to understand the kind of work he does and expect that. I don't want you changing your mind about the kind of work he does, and then making my living situation more precarious.
I just feel like I would owe you Ella felt a slight sense of unease, that she wasn't sure what to make of. Like there had been some sort of exchange of power she was unaware of, and she was on the losing side. Harry spoke to Mike the next day about shooting Ella as repayment for his back rent. Harry told her that they had arranged for Mike to shoot Ella while he was at work. Ella was a little nervous. She hadn't interacted with Mike that much without Harry with her.
She also was a little embarrassed of her fantasy of him. Thinking about seeing him again in real life, made her remember he was the same, stocky, greasy older man he had always been. As Ella changed into a set of bra and panties in Harry's bedroom, she wondered if this was really a good idea, remembering the sort of creepy feeling that Mike gave her.
She told herself that she was imagining it, after all, hadn't she been the one thinking about Mike fucking her, not the other way around? Mike was a professional, he had shot hundreds of models. Besides, Ella really liked the idea of Harry seeing her in the type of photos Mike took. Ever since what he said about her being a "friend", she was determined to do whatever it took so that he wouldn't even think to fuck anyone else.
Ella wrapped a robe over her bra and panties and went upstairs to the living room where Mike had his studio gear set up facing an antique couch. Glad Harry finally convinced you to take some photos with me! I can tell you got the talent.
Ella sat down on the couch and started to untie her robe. Ella felt a little nervous. She had never modeled before and wasn't sure if she could do it, she must have looked nervous, since Mike offered to make her a drink "Would you like a drink to relax a bit?
I'll have one too! Ella looked around at the otherwise bare living room, while she heard Mike clinking around in the kitchen. There were large pictures on the wall, blown up photos that Mike had taken of models.
Some of them clad in lingerie, some nude, or partially nude. There was something, slightly trashy about them, and less artistic. Almost like images from a porn website. Mike came back in the room with two mojitos and handed her one. He took a sip of his and put it down on the floor. Ella took a couple big gulps before she handed it back to him, his warm hand overlapping hers on the glass.
Let's take some photos. Ella started looking at him instead of the camera. He was wearing a stripped polo shirt tucked into his kakis, his wide overlapping belly contained in his shirt tightly by a belt. His sneakers were old and dirty, and his hairy arm was adorned by a garish gold watch. Mike called her over to look at the photos on the camera.
When she had walked over, he put his hand on her waist as he started flipping through the photos. She didn't think much of it at first, but his thumb started to work in circles as he gripped her waist, and he was toying with the elastic band of her panties with his fingertips.
She went back to the couch feeling drunker than one drink should have made her. She figured it was because she had drunken it so fast. She shook her head, and tucked away a loose strand of her tied up blonde hair. She felt someone standing over her; it was Mike standing there with her drink.
He cupped her face, and pressed it to her mouth as she looked up at him and finished it submissively. He went back over to the tripod to take more photos. I think Harry would like that. We'll have you take the bra off, but we'll only shoot you from the shoulders up. Ella helped him and then lay back on the couch at his direction. She felt really dreamy, and kind of horny. She started to get turned on by Mike clicking the camera at her bare breasts and she felt her nipples harden.
Ella noticed that he had an erection pressing on the front of his kakis, and her pussy started to pound. She felt herself wreathing for him, pressing her breasts together, and pouting her lips seductively. She felt her chest rising and falling with excitement about her effect on him.
Mike walked over to her again, and she watched him slide his hand into her panties, she felt him insert two fingers into her pussy and pump them in and out. She was surprised by how wet she was. He pulled her panties off, and went back to the camera. Ella blinked dreamily at the camera, Mike was more than cooing now; he was panting and moaning.
His pants were unzipped, and his was vigorously stroking his erection. His penis was average length, but very thick. Ella watched him put the camera on auto and he strode over to her pulling on his erection with each step.
Mike sat down on the couch next to Ella, and pushed her head towards his crotch, forcing his penis into her mouth. He gripped her hair so the flashing camera would get her face as he bobbed her up and down on his erection. He let her suck on him for a moment, before gripping her hair, and forcing his cock in and out of her mouth rapidly, grunting loudly with each thrust.
He put his arm underneath her and started finger fucking her pussy again.