"You've never been eaten by anyone?"

"Why? Your pussy's never been eaten by anyone?" I ask curiously.

"Just me and my girlfriends would do it to each other. But I never tried it from a man... Wait," she says. "You haven't fucked me yet!" She hurriedly goes to her room. Apparently, the energy drink was showing its effect.

In a few minutes, she emerges from the room, dressed in fishnet body stockings, and knee-length leather boots. "And what do you imagine yourself doing to me if I'm dressed like this?"

I look at her feeling surprised and excited. "I imagine myself fucking you, while you're driving your motorbike on the highway! I know it's dangerous, but that is just my imagination."

"Maybe you could fuck me on the motorbike in the garage," she suggests, as she heads for the elevator. Before we could enter, she stops. "And bring that video camera we used."

I head for the prop room and retrieve the video camera and its tripod. We head down the elevator and I set up the camera, turning on more lights.

"This is my movie, so I want to direct everything," she says, after kissing me warmly on the mouth. "The camera should be there," she says pointing to one side, "And you would be standing here, while I drive towards you in the motorbike. I stop for you, but instead of riding, you fuck me. Is that clear?"

"Yes, director" I say mockingly at her. "And I get to fuck the director, right?"

She glares at me knowingly-- an expression of amusement on her face. "I need another video camera from this angle, so get the other one... And bring your clothes. I'd like to start from fully dressed... And include my black leather jacket and my leather leggings... and a black helmet in the prop room."

In a few minutes, the two video cameras have been positioned as indicated and preliminary test shots have been made. Coleen is now dressed in leather knee-length boots, leather leggings, a leather jacket, and a helmet-- her body stockings completely concealed. I am back to my previous clothing-- a sleeveless tee, cargo pants, and sneakers. The cameras start rolling. I enter the scene and stand at the edge of the white markings on the floor. I'm supposed to appear like I'm waiting for a ride.

Coleen starts the motorcycle at a distance and slowly drives towards me. I make a show of thumbing a ride and she slows to a stop in front of me. She does not dismount but hands me her helmet and we exchange a deep torrid kiss. I drop the helmet as my hand unzips the front of her leather jacket, slowly revealing to the camera her fishnet body stockings underneath.

I grasp Coleen's left boob, and suck on her stocking-encased teat, making her moan. She then takes off her leather jacket. I pinch her right nipple as she attempts to take off my tee. I move my hand downward towards her crotch, and slowly undo the zipper of her leather leggings than ran along the entire inner length of her left leg.

Before unzipping her right leg, I insert my fingers into her mouth. She sucks them with gusto-- soaking them in her saliva. I rub my wet fingers along her vulva and finger her clit for a while. With her leggings finally undone, she struggles to undo my cargo pants from her position on the bike. Finally Coleen has both my pants and briefs on a heap at my feet. I shake them off to the floor.

I move between her and the handlebars to provide her access to my cock. Coleen's dark mane scatters randomly in the air as her head bobs up and down my length. She gives me a deep throat until she is almost out of breath before letting go of my cock.

Before I move behind Coleen, she extends her right leg in the air as I support it with my left hand. I move under her to give her slit a quick licking but it is already soaking wet. I move instead to her clit and give it a strong hard suck. Immediately, she grasps my hair and screams. Her left leg weakens as her fluids burst out and seep down her leg, drenching her fishnet stockings. I guide her right leg back to the floor and hastily move behind her. I stretch out a large hole in the crotch of her body stockings to give my cock an unimpeded access to her cunt.

I bend Coleen's body slightly forward as she guides my cock into her slit. I feel the hotness of her hole as I enter her and start a steady rhythm. Her muscles alternately grip my rod in rhythm to my pounding and I am soon very close to the edge. A sudden constriction around my cock precedes another warm gush, weakening her legs further. Her scream that follows triggers me to release my load inside her, as I grasp her waist to leverage her weight.

I sit on the bike and pull Coleen towards me, so that she is still riding my cock. She releases another flood of liquid before finally collapsing backward against me. I lift her exhausted form and carry her, as I dismount from the bike. She grasps my head, slightly lifting hers, and gives me a prolonged kiss on the lips. I continue to carry her until we exit the scene.

"Can you stand on your own?" I ask her as I guide her feet back to the floor.

"That was really intense, John. I lost count of how many times I came." she says to me in a weak voice. "Stop the cameras," she commands.

"I can do that later," I say, holding her gingerly as we enter the elevator. I place her gently onto her bed and cover her cum-stained body with a sheet. I return to the garage for the video cameras and other stuff. When I return to her room, she is resting with her back against the bedhead and smiling contentedly.

"Can you get another of those energy drinks, John darling?" she says to me. I return with two bottles of that red liquid. She clears a space beside her and asks me to join her. "Tell me," she asks, "How do you feel about our little sex video?"

"I feel accomplished-- it's the first time I've been part of a video, a sex video at that; and it's the first time that I got to fuck the director of a movie; and it's my first time to fuck a goddess."

She kisses me on the cheek. "How do I compare to your girlfriend?"

"Her muscles are slightly weak, you grip tighter. She can't really do a deep throat, you know how to let it in without **** or gagging. She's a multiple cummer, like you. She moans when she cums, you scream. Her left boob is slightly larger than her right, yours are symmetric. She's a little large at the waist, your body is toned. Her butt is larger than yours. She doesn't know how to drive a motorbike, you do. She's 22, you are 35. She's blond, you're raven-haired. She's seems unsure of herself sexual orientation, you are not. She's not sure if she loves me, you feel you do."

"Ohhh," Coleen gasps. "You do such a comprehensive comparison. But your last statement is quite disturbing."

"Why do you say that?"

"If she's unsure, why are you still with her?"

"That's why I allowed her to go with a lesbian. So she would be sure and maybe we can move on."

"And why are you here with me? Do you always say yes to every one who propositions you?"

"You didn't proposition me, did you? I didn't expect I'd be fucking you, honestly, and I didn't plan on trying to get into your pants. I just came here for your photos, that's all."

"And you didn't think of the possibility that I might want to fuck you because I allowed you inside my place?"

"Never. As I said, you're a goddess, I'm a mere mortal. Chances of it happening to me-- zero."

"You really think so lowly of yourself," she says, giving my cheeks a light pinch. "Before you met me, what was your plan for the night?"

"My plan was simply to fuck my girlfriend, as usual. When I realized who you were, I still planned to fuck her, but imagine I was fucking you. But when she texted that she would be sleeping over-- it was such a let down."

"Wait, wait. You don't call that cheating if you fuck your girlfriend and think about me?"

"No. Thinking about you was an impossible dream. Had I been thinking about a former girlfriend, or one of my girlfriend's girlfriends, or a female colleague, that would be cheating, since those were possibilities. You were like a figment of the imagination, like Venus, or Cleopatra. I'm not cheating if I think about them. Right?"

"I'm really flattered about how highly you think of me. So, what if I did not invite you here?"

"Knowing who you were but not being invited here, I would maybe masturbate to that selfie you took, or if I just thought of you as Henry's daughter, I'd be imagining you in your black bra and panties and mentally undressing that turtleneck sweater of yours."

"You're really very honest, John. But after this, will you still masturbate to my photos?"

"Mortals like me think of goddesses like you as simply faces in a magazine. We don't know your personal lives, your individual struggles. But after you told me about some of your experiences, maybe if I try to think about fucking your mouth, the picture of you in pain, in tears, and being **** against your will-- that would interfere instead."

"That's all in the past." Coleen says as she kisses me. "I enjoyed giving you a blowjob-- it was unforced. And there's a recording you can replay to your heart's content. Aside from that, we have our own sex video!"

I grin proudly at her as I drift to sleep.

When I wake up, it is still dark, although the darkness has a slight reddish tint. I feel Coleen's body draped over mine. Her head is resting lightly on my chest. I run my fingers along her dark hair and feel the smoothness of her back. I still can't believe I'm sleeping with a supermodel.

Coleen finally stirs. She glances up at me and beams. "Morning sweatie," she says. Finally she asks, "What's a typical morning like for you and your girlfriend?"

"Why do you always ask about her?" I say, watching her slide her body downward until her pussy slightly touches the tip of my cock.

"Remember, I said I've been alone for eight years now." She says, as she wiggles her pussy-- teasing my cock to harden further.

I nod, recalling our conversation in her truck, but I am distracted by what her pussy is doing to my cock.

"I've somehow forgotten how it feels like to wake up with someone in your bed." She grins at me as she attempts to have my cock enter her pussy without any assistance.

"Okay, " I say. "Typically, Doe gets up much earlier than I do. She heads for the shower, goes back and gives me a blowjob, but not to give me release-- just to make me hard enough to penetrate her."

Coleen's looks at me and nods. She becomes impatient and finally gives my cock a slow hand job.

"Then, while she's impaling herself on my cock, she's also fingering herself. When she cums, my groin is drenched. Then she moves to my chest, and releases another squirt. Then, she moves to my face and teases me. She says something like, 'John, I'm leaving for school. Can you kiss me?' Then, I open my eyes expecting that I would kiss her lips, but it's her pussy in front of my face. She gives me another squirt. Sometimes, she doesn't leave until I give it a few licks. Then I fall back to sleep. When I finally wake up, my body is full of her dried cum. And I'm still sporting my morning wood."

"That's cruel of her, not giving you any release! It's like she's using you like a sex toy." Coleen moves her mouth towards my cock and moistens the tip with her saliva. Then she slowly fills her mouth with my cock.

"That's why, before we sleep, I make it a point to fuck her brains out!" I say, my attention focused on what she is doing.

She withdraws my cock from her mouth and says, "No wonder you're very caring and sensitive of your partner's needs, because you are actually a victim yourself! But aren't you just fucking Doe for ****?" She then resumes giving me head.

Coleen's words has me tongue-tied. I didn't think of it that way before. I realize that she may actually be correct. I try to shift to something else, trying hard to forget the pressure building at the base of my cock. "How about you? What's your typical morning like?"

Again, she pulls out my cock to answer. "I start with my regular exercise-- aerobics, then I take a swim."

"How do you release your sexual tension? Dildos?" I watch her head move faster up and down my length, like she didn't hear my question.

Finally she pulls my slippery cock out of her mouth-- her saliva running down her chin. "Yes, sometimes dildos. Sometimes, I just finger myself. Often times, I forget about it. Last night was really refreshing. It's like you drained me out completely. Now I'm feeling very much alive... Can you count how many seconds I can handle this?"

I don't fully understand what she means but I glance at the wall clock. Before I can nod my head, she goes down on me and gives me a deep throat. She doesn't lose the grin on her face as her eyes begin to water. Her lips are touching the base of my cock. The warmth of her mouth and the tightness of her throat hastens my rise to the top. "I'm going to cum," I say. She only pushes my cock farther into her throat and gives me the thumbs up sign. I release my load into her but she does not withdraw. Suddenly, she coughs and chokes on my cum. "You have to let go," I say with concern. "You are ****. You won't get a Guinness for that!"

She finally withdraws with a wide grin. Her face is stained with tears. Cum and saliva are drolling down her chin and neck. She is gasping for breath, but still manages to ask, "How many seconds?"

I gaze at her reluctantly. "Thirty-two seconds," I say. "You're hurting yourself every time you give me a blowjob. I won't let you give me another one again."

She stares at me with fulfillment. "I enjoyed doing it. I was not hurting myself." She says, as her breathing regularizes. "I was simply stretching my limits. You know you're so contradictory. Your face shows concern but your cock likes it!" She smiles as she wipes the saliva and cum off her face and onto her boobs. "I remember you saying last night you wanted to give me a tit-fuck."

I shake my head. "Forget about it. You may have some bad memories attached to tit-fucking, and besides, I am already limp." I watch her give my flaccid dick a slow hand job.

"Actually, telling you about those experiences was very liberating. It has helped me move on. Our happy moments last night and today are all I can think about-- and I feel energized to create more." She proceeds to give me another blowjob. As my cock hardens again, she laughs. "See, you're no longer limp."

I cannot believe she has that command over my cock. I watch her position my cock between her tits. She then starts moving her body up and down with my cock imprisoned between her orbs.

"Look at me," she says. "Do I look like you imagined it to be?"

I meet her gaze. "You're a teenager's dream come true." I say with disbelief.

She grins with pride, further tightening the grip of her boobs on my rod. She opens her mouth to catch my cockhead as she kneads her teats against my cock. The combined blowjob and tit-fucking jolts me back to the brink.

"I can't hold it any longer, you bitch!" I say as my cock starts to throb.

She stops her movement and opens her mouth wider, expecting my release. I spurt a string of cum onto her face and another one across her teats. The sight of the fashion magazine centerfold, coating herself in real life with my cum and apparently enjoying it sends me to involuntarily release another load. "See," she says triumphantly. "You're enjoying me as your cum-loving whore."

I feel like I have been drained completely of my semen. My cock no longer shrinks back to its flaccid state but feels numb in its semi-erect size.

"Now, for dessert," she says as she straddles me, guiding my semi-rigid rod into her slippery slit. "Let me do a Doe." She laughs at her play of words as she fingers herself rapidly with my cock inside her.

"What do you think about when you finger yourself?" I ask innocently.

She grins knowingly, as if expecting my question. "I'm imagining myself, lying naked on the kneading table, that baker in white briefs, kneading my boobs until they have hardened. Then that baker applies a circle of corn syrup around each of my nipples."

My eyes widen at the creativeness of her imagination. I feel her muscles contracting lightly on my member.

She continues, "He coats my abdomen with whipped cream and decorates my navel with a raisin. He moves lower, and upon realizing that I am leaking juices, he inserts his finger to stop the flow, but it becomes only stronger." Coleen's breathing becomes rapid as her voice reduces to a whisper. "That baker then decides to put his cock inside to ..."

Before Coleen could finish her description, I feel her dam break open as her cum soaks my abdomen. She screams softly and beams at me with contentment. She let's out a laugh as she moves forward to straddle my chest.

"I am doing a Doe," she says, as I feel her cum erupt and soak my chest. She then moves slightly forward and grasps my hair to move my head towards her pussy. "Kiss me honey," she says mockingly. "I'm late for school."

I give her vulva a few licks and suck on her clit, longingly and intensely. She pulls my hair to the point of pain before her cum spurts out and drenches my face.

She looks at me with a gleam in her eyes. "Allowing me to push your face against my pussy was really very empowering."

"Why is that?" I ask with a confused look.

"I've experienced my head being pushed down on a cock, and I'm gasping for breath, but the pressure on my head continues until my mouth is filled with ejaculate. I felt enslaved, not being able to move. You're the first one to allow me to do that... to have control over you... to treat you like I was free to do anything to you." She pauses and laughs, "Oh, John. Can you be my gigolo? I'll gladly be your whore!"

I kiss her on the lips.

She dismounts and forces me to my feet. "Let's hit the shower," she says. After drying ourselves, she looks at me as if she had forgotten something. "You don't have fresh briefs. And you can't use one of mine," she says with a laugh. "I'll phone my girlfriend. Her company's into underwear, sportswear, and office uniforms." She picks up her phone and is shortly in casual conversation with someone, apparently mentioning the size of my briefs. "You'll get your briefs in a few minutes. She'll send her assistant over," she says. "What will you have for breakfast?" she asks as she retrieves a tray of fruits from the ref. She tears open a bag of nuts and pours it into a bowl.

In a short while, I hear the ping of a door bell. "Don't show yourself," she says, as she hurriedly puts on her bathrobe. I proceed inside the props room just in case the visitor entered. After hearing the sound of the closing of a door, I finally emerge. Coleen is holding a brand new pair of briefs, still enclosed in cellophane packaging.

"Why so secretive?" I ask, as she hands me the briefs.

"You've forgotten who I am? Sometimes there are paparazzi waiting outside." She smiles. "And if they take a photo of us together, the headlines might read something like 'supermodel dates student half her age' or maybe 'who's Cooper's gold-digging boyfriend?'" She suddenly laughs, "You know, I'd prefer the headline 'catwalk bitch finally gets herself a gigolo'!"

"You're so hard on yourself." I say, as I put on my clothes.

"It's nice to laugh at the possibilities."

Then, it dawns on me. "No one knows it's you in the truck, right?"

She nods. "Who'd expect a supermodel to drive a truck? For now, it's a good cover."

"But what about the security guards? Probably they recognized that you were with someone?"

"They actually don't know the real identities of the people who live in these houses here. They recognize the vehicles by the plates and the faces of the drivers-- and the vehicles have IR codes."

I grin, and she stares at me in confusion. "I was thinking of the headline, 'cradle robbing ramp star gets herself a boy toy for the night'" I say.

She laughs uncontrollably and kisses me intensely on the mouth. "You're starting to think like me." In a change of tone, she adds. "I really love you John, and if we get exposed, I won't disown you. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me!"

She puts on white cotton boyshorts and a pink tube top. Then she heads for her mirror and applies some makeup. Finally, she dons a pair of sleeveless overalls-- the sleeve openings large enough to accentuate her pink top.

I look at her and say in jest, "A hard hat would complete that outfit!"

She grins at me then her face turns serious. "You've actually given me an idea. I guess, if I dressed like one of the workmen in a telephone company, they would think I worked for a telephone company. I could even have the company logo on my overalls." She thanks me with a smack on my neck, intentionally leaving a lipstick mark. "I'm now marking you as mine," she says, smiling at me.

She then heads toward the elevator. I follow close by.

"We better get you back before your girlfriend finds out you spent the night with a whore and finally decides she is a lesbian." She says as we exit into the garage.

"You have a cruel sense of humor," I say. "But if she realizes she's a lesbian, she may also want to spend the night with you!"

"Enough," she says in mock exasperation, as she heads for her truck. "I don't want to think up of headlines for that possibility."

"Why don't we take that red car?"

"Too obviously typically me."

"How about that black SUV instead?"

"That's better."

As we get into the vehicle, I ask. "Who maintains all these?"

"I call a mechanic every month, and he makes sure all of them are in working condition." She starts the vehicle and we exit the garage.

"I could try to find work in a car shop, and learn to be a mechanic. I only have four hours at the bakery. Then maybe you could call me once a month."

"Well, well. You'd be fixing me instead of the vehicles," she says teasingly. "And you did overtime work yesterday at the bakery-- and at the baker's daughter's house. I'd recommend a pay raise."

We finally arrive at the street where Doe's apartment is located. I indicate to her where I could get down.

Before I disembark, she kisses me on the lips. "I'll send the videos to your phone," she adds.

I wave at her as I head up to the apartment. Doe's car is still parked in its place, since Doe left on Sandy's motorbike. As I get in, I notice that Doe has not yet returned. I scan my phone for any messages from either Doe or Sandy but there are none.

I glance at my reflection in the mirror and try to assess if Doe could extrapolate where I had been. I notice the lipstick mark Coleen left on my neck and quickly rub it off. Just then, I hear the approach of a motorbike. I open the door just as Doe and Sandy arrive. Doe is assisted off the bike and it appears that she has difficulty walking. I go out to meet her and assist her in. I wave at Sandy as she leaves.

Doe seats at the edge of the bed and grins at me weakly.

"How was your night?" I ask.

"It was great," she whispers.

"But what happened?" I ask. "You appear to be in pain. Is there a problem?"

She shakes her head. "First experiences always stretch you to your limits." She replies mischievously. "See for yourself," she says, moving her legs apart.

I kneel in front of her and pull off her booty shorts. I am taken aback by what I see.