Candice Swanepoel submits to a handsome millionaire

Candice felt excited for the upcoming fortnight. The performance during the show had been kinky, rather intense and somewhat humiliating. But also novel, arousing and had opened doors in her mind to places she did not know existed. The public exposure was completely different from the acts for which she had posed in the past. The pain and discomfort caused by some of the sex-toys were tolerable, but also arousing in an odd kind of way. The public orgasm was unlike anything the model had ever experienced. She had never felt so exposed and ****, but the horniness was genuine and overshadowed any shame and discomfort.

Candice had no idea what her “buyer’s” preferences were. On one hand she hoped that he would go easy on her, on the other she wanted to further explore the world of novel and exciting perversions. As a model she already was a bit of an exhibitionist, so she did not fear the public exposure. But how far could she go and still be comfortable with the experience?

The man who “bought”, or rather “rented”, Candice was called Michael. He was in his late forties and obviously rich enough to be able to spend four and a half million dollars just to spend two weeks with her. Fortunately for the model he was reasonably handsome and in great physical shape. She could tell that at the first glance, but would need time to learn about his sexual preferences.

The model knew they would be travelling, so she chose an outfit that was both sexy and practical on a hot, summer day. She put on a short, colourful, summer dress and strappy sandals on moderately tall heels.

Michael arrived at Candice’s home to pick her up personally. Another car would come to gather her luggage, but he wanted to drive his prize himself. Not merely because he was a gentleman, which he actually was, but mostly to spend as much time with her as possible. Their greetings were casually friendly, with a kiss on both cheeks.

“That’s a cute dress,” Michael remarked, “but I have something even better for the occasion.”

He opened the small trunk in his fancy convertible and pulled out… a bodystocking. It was whole golden, just like the model’s lingerie during the show; it was also crotchless.

“Change into this,” he handed Candice the item with a charming smile on his face, “I got a better pair of heels as well.”

The shoes he pulled out were also strappy sandals, but they were golden and their heels were thirteen centimetres tall stilettos.

“Oh… okay,” she replied, “I’ll be right back.”

“No. Do it here,” Michael’s smile broadened.

They were still in front of Swanepoel’s house, a private place where no prying eyes could see them; they were outside nevertheless. As a model Candice was not a shy person by any means. She had posed topless or even fully naked in front of whole crews; the photos were later published. Michael’s request… no, his command showed Candice the power dynamic between them and offered an example of his preferences.

The model matched his smile and began to strip. She did not have too many clothes on, just the dress and lingerie underneath, but she decided not to hurry and turn it into a minor striptease. Candice began to sway her lithe body to an unheard music, as she leisurely peeled off the straps of her dress. She might have been a model, not a stripper, but she knew how to move and flaunt her athletic body. Michael did not rush her; judging from his expression, he clearly appreciated her initiative and enjoyed the little spectacle. He stood motionlessly, with the remnants of a smile on his face. He was still holding the bodystockings in one hand and the heels in the other.

Candice slowly peeled off her dress and eventually let it fall onto the ground. The bra went off next, in an equally leisurely fashion, followed by panties. The set was sexy and made of lace, naturally a Victoria’s Secret product. There was no way to take her shoes off in a sexy fashion, but the model had an idea. She turned with her back to Michael, then bent at the waist to unstrap the sandals. Once she straightened back up, he was considerate enough to open the car’s door for her, so she could sit down and put the bodystocking on without getting her feet dirty. The process of dressing up in new clothes was not nearly as sexy, but Michael did not look disappointed. When Candice was putting the bodystocking on, he asked in a more serious voice.

“Are you familiar with the concept of a safe-word?”

“Yes. We had a whole BDSM training before the show.”

“Of course. Silly me. While you’re temporarily mine, I want to test your limits and hopefully expand them. But I also want to be absolutely sure that you’re comfortable with everything. Most of the time you won’t be gagged, so use the safe-word whenever you want me to stop or slow down. Okay?”

“Sure. Thanks for being so considerate and understanding,” Candice replied equally seriously.

“We’ll use the standard ones. Red for stop, Yellow for slow down.”

“Okay,” the model looked him in the face and nodded.

He offered her a hand for support, so she could comfortably put the new heels on.

“I have panties for you as well,” Michael said, “but they’ll need to wait a moment longer,” he added with a devious smirk, “go to the front of the car and lean against the hood,” there was a mischief in his voice, as if it was just a game they were playing; which was true to a certain extent.

Candice obediently followed his instructions. Even though she had only a few steps to make, she used her best catwalk stride. Heels were obviously not a problem for her, regardless of their height. She leaned forward and rested her palms on the hood. The position itself was moderately exposing, but the crotchlessness of her bodystocking and the lack of panties made her feel even more ****. The gentle breeze that made the air fresh also enhanced the feeling.

“Part your legs wider and lean further forward,” Michael instructed, thus increasing Candice’s exposure and vulnerability even more.

She obeyed nevertheless. The man watched her from the back for a moment, then went to the car and returned carrying two small sex-toys and a bottle of lubricant. He placed the lube and an anal plug on the hood next to the model.

“Take it into your mouth and make sure that it’s properly wet,” he said, holding a ball with a string attached to it. She followed the instructions obediently.

Candice recognised the toy, it was a vibrating vaginal ball, one that could be controlled remotely; the vibrations would certainly make up for its small size. The string was there, so one could remove the toy from the vagina. As she sucked on the ball, Michael lubricated her anus; he was careful and diligent. Once he lubed up her orifice and the plug, he gently pushed the toy into her ass; she issued a soft groan. His palm remained between her legs and slid down to her vagina. Michael began to rub Candice’s pussy lips and clitoris, his fingers moved softly and expertly. Soon she was moaning quietly, while she still held the ball inside of her mouth. He did not wait until she became properly moist, but eventually used the lube to make her pussy slippery enough. He then wiped his hands clean and took the toy from her mouth. He gently shoved it into her pussy, drawing another soft moan from her mouth; he did not turn the vibrations on just yet.

“You can stand straight now,” Michael finally said, as he walked to the car to retrieve the final item - a thong.

“Here you go,” he said as he handed it to Candice, “now you’ll be fully dressed.”

“Yes, fully,” she replied with a smirk.

She put the thong on, creating at least an illusion of coverage. The panties, unlike the bodystocking, were not transparent, so her crotch was technically covered.

“Now you’re ready, gorgeous,” Michael said with a grin, “let’s catch a plane.”

Candice obviously had more luggage than just her dress, but the suitcases would not fit into the convertible. Another car arrived just in time to pick up her stuff. The driver greeted her politely, but also ogled her shamelessly as he loaded the suitcases into his car. The model naturally was not shy, certainly not in such a limited company. She suspected that a lot more people would get the chance to see her dressed in the golden bodystocking.

Michael and Candice got into his car. Before driving away he turned on the vibrating ball and plug; they were controlled via an app on his phone. He set a random program with low vibrations; they would turn on occasionally and tease the model for a while before turning back off. As he started the engine she issued a surprised moan, when the toys began to buzz inside of her. There was a forty to fifty minute drive to the airport, depending on the traffic. The latter was moderate, but the pair had to stop quite a few times on red lights. Candice attracted a lot of attention from pedestrians, other drivers and passengers. She decided to embrace her role right away and offered them all a bright smile to match her flashy outfit. The experience was slightly embarrassing. Wearing only lingerie on a catwalk or even being fully naked during a photoshoot was significantly different from flashing her breasts on a busy road; the coverage of the bodystocking was purely symbolic and caused her to feel even more exposed. This was not a controlled environment and the people watching her were strangers; it did not discourage the model though. The day was hot, so no clothes were necessary to remain warm. But the air flow during the ride chilled her down a bit and even caused her nipples to become erect.