I visit her at home with a story but she's not there.

The thing is, Tracey was such a good fuck that I could not get her off my mind. She had given me her address and so I found myself pulling up outside her house the next day. I had a bullshit story in mind about the magazine Fashion Week. As it happened I did not need it in quite the way I expected.

When I rang the bell, an attractive woman opened the door. She was in her late thirties or early forties. I could see the resemblance. Unlike the daughter she had dark hair but her smile was the same, “ can I help you?” she asked.

I introduced myself as Sam Butler and explained that Tracey had tried out as a model. “Oh yes!” she said excitedly. “Tracey told me all about that. You think she might get a contract with fashion week! Come in. I’m Kathryn.” She motioned me inside. Tracey had obviously told her mother at least part of what had happened.

“I don’t think you should get too hopeful, a lot of girls have promise but few are selected in the end,” I told her as I looked around. The house was nicely, if modestly, furnished. She made me a coffee and sat next to me.

“Tracey ‘s so keen. You know how youngster’s can be.” Kathryn paused. “She’s had little enthusiasm for very much for a long time. I’ve been praying that she might find something.” She smiled at me a little uncertainly. “You may find this hard to believe but I think the lord may have sent you to answer my prayers.”

I smiled at her. “I came round today for two reasons Kathryn.” Her figure was good and her dress revealed the top of her generous bosom. “I wanted to check that you and Tracey’s father were happy that she takes part in photo shoots.”

“That’s no problem. I’m happy that she’s happy. My husband died when Tracey was very small,” she said and before I could say anything, went on, “You seem like a nice man. I’m sure you’ll look after her. What was your second reason?”

My mind had gone blank but I recovered myself. “Kathryn, I told Tracey that I would be seeing an editor of Fashion Week this weekend. The problem is she phoned to cancel this morning and told me they had booked their models for the next nine months. This is the magazine where I think Tracey would have the best chance.”

She frowned, “that’s such a shame! I know she would give anything for a chance.”

“You don’t know how true that is,” I thought.

“Couldn’t you do something to change their mind?” she asked.

It was my turn to frown. “That would be very hard. Once they make up their mind nothing will shake them.” I paused and pretended to think. “There is something…no it wouldn’t work”. I shook my head.

“What is it? Go on,” she prompted me looking hopeful.

I sighed. “A few years ago I had a promising girl on my books who is very famous now. I put myself on the line to promote her. I bugged all the editors I knew to give her a chance. In the end Fashion Week gave her a shoot to get me off their back. She was picked up by a french fashion house and now earns over a milllion each year.”

“Couldn’t you do that for Tracey? Please.” She leant forward and held my hand for a moment then realised what she was doing. “Sorry.” She drew her hand back. “I hardly know you.”

“Look Kathryn, if Tracey had the talent I would do it,” I lied “but I just don’t know if she's that good. She’s borderline. I could put in a lot of time for nothing. I don’t want to sound mercenary but I have a business to run. I’d like to help Tracey but I’m not sure if I can.”

Kathryn smiled at me. “I’m sure you’ll help her if you can. Can I make you another coffee?”

“No, thanks. I’ve got to get back to the studio,” I said.

“It sounds so glamourous,” she pushed her hair back.

“Would you like to come down and I’ll show you what I do?” I asked her. She nodded and spent five minutes leaving Tracey a note and an easy meal.

We chatted easily as I drove her to my apartment. I could see she was impressed with where I lived. Once we were inside I showed her the studio and bullshitted her for half an hour and then showed her some of the non raunchy shots of Tracey. “I don’t like all that make up she’s wearing,” she commented.

I laughed. “She choose that look. It’s a bit tarty but don’t worry, if she gets in front of a camera the art director will make sure she looks okay.”

I offered to cook Kathryn supper and she agreed to stay. I was enjoying her company and her figure. While I cooked she phoned Tracey. I overheard a part of her conversation. “I’ve having supper with him….gorgeous…..he thinks he might be able to help you…..”

I poured Kathryn a glass of wine and slipped a little white powder into it. I stirred it round with a fork and made sure it disappeared. A little ecstasy helps releave inhibitions.

She sat at my kitchen counter and talked as I cooked. She sipped her wine and when I went to pour her a second glass said, “just a half.” By the time we had eaten she was looking bright eyed and laughing.

“Kathryn, you look so lovely. You know, I’d love to take some pictures of you,” I told her across the table. She blushed and laughed but took little persuading. Soon she was sitting on the couch where I had fucked her daughter. I turned the video camera on discreetly without her noticing.

I took a series of shots of her. She was very good looking. Then she surprised me and lifted her dress revealing her legs which were long and elegant. I took more photos. “I feel so good,” she purred as she posed for the camera.

“Would you like to model anything on the rail?” I asked and carried over a sarong that I thought might fit her. As I handed it to her ours eyes met and there was a long silence. She reached up and kissed me tenderly.

I held her in my arms and kissed her passionately. My hand were on her caressing her through her dress. “It’s been so long,” she said as she pulled at my shirt buttons. Then she was kissing my chest and biting me.

We kissed and I lifted her skirt as she encircled my neck with her arms. Her tongue was darting into my mouth as I pulled her french knickers down. I felt her fingers on my belt and zip and then she pushed my trousers and pants down. Falling back onto the sofa she parted her legs and still kissing her I pushed my cock into her. She moaned into my mouth as I pressed deep into her. Her finger nails were digging into me as she met my thrusts with her own. “I…haven’t…been…fucked…for…years…” she panted in rhythm with our movements. “It…feels…so…good…” Then just like her daughter she started coming, “Oh! Oh! Oh! Fuck! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meeee!” and she came shuddering on my cock.

After a few moments she looked at me worried, “Oh my god! You’ll think I’m such a slut! I don’t know what got into me!”

“Kathryn, that was wonderful. It feels so great. I want to make more love with you,” I told her and then kissed her. She kissed me back and moved with me as she took my prick in her moist vagina. Soon she was cuming again, arching her back as her orgasm washed through her. I lifted her dress from her and caressed her breasts. “Kathryn, it’s lovely that you enjoy it so much.”

She smiled, “I’ve never cum like that before.” I turned her onto her hands and knees and entered her from behind holding her waist. I started to fuck her steadily, pleased to see the camera was capturing her face and her breasts swinging beneath her. As I fucked her I could feel my orgasm building. She was moving herself back onto my cock to meet me. Her puckered arss hole looked so good. She was panting, “please…don’t…cum…in…me…I…still…might …get…pregnant,” I was so close to cuming as I withdrew from her.

“Suck me, Kathryn” I held stood by the sofa and pushed my cock to her lips.

She closed her eyes. “It’s a sin,” she whispered.

“I don’t care if it’s a sin or not, I want you to suck my cock,” I told her, my voice firm.

She looked at me her eyes wide and a little shocked but she allowed me to push my cock into her mouth. As she sucked me, her hands behind my thighs I moved back and forth in her. As I came she continued to suck me and then licked the cum from my cock. My prick twitched and juddered with the pleasure of it and I knew that this cocksucker had done it before.

She smiled at me. “I enjoyed that,” she said.

“Would you like to watch it on video?” I asked her.