Morgan becomes a model

"Wow!" the man said as Morgan strutted her legs through the resort lobby.

Bill cupped her ass proudly. "She's got legs, huh, dude?"

"She sure does," the man agreed, smiling and admiring her. "Uh, I don't mean to be so forward, ma'am, but I actually have a legitimate reason. I'm a talent recruiter for a modeling agency." He handed her a card. "I actually think you'd be a great model for this new line of high heels we're advertising."

"Fuck yeah!" Bill said. "We're in! How much does it pay, dude?"

"Um, I didn't say yes yet," Morgan reminded him, with mild annoyance as he tried to finger her right there. Bill didn't seem to notice, as I watched his thick fingers disappearing under her skirt from behind.

"Well of course it's your decision," the recruiter said, "But it pays $2,000 for the shoot, for just a few hours of your time."

"Whoah!" Bill whistled. "When should we come in?"

"Bill, he asked me!" Morgan rolled her eyes exasperated, but liking the sound of $2,000 for a few hours of posing. "What kind of heels?" she asked.

The recruiter pulled out a catalog and showed her. They were top of the line.

"And you get some free samples!" he added, smiling.

Morgan liked that, too. "I'll think about it," she said noncommittally.

"Well if you decide to commit, the shoot is Saturday at 10 AM. Hope to see you then! My number's on the card if you have any questions." He turned and walked off.

"Dude, I guess you're driving Saturday morning!" Bill announced to me as he continued sticking his hand up Morgan’s skirt secretly. I hoped they wouldn't leave a cum stain on the back upholstery like last time I drove.

Days past, and I paced, wondering if I would really help my girlfriend do a modeling shoot. I wanted her to, as she was hot as fuck, but I didn’t want HIM there. Though I knew he would be.

Saturday came, and I picked her up. Sure enough, he was there. They jumped in the backseat, just nodding at me. Was I even there to them?

It was hard to concentrate on the road as I was sure Bill was fingering Morgan the whole way there. I kept trying to sneak peeks in the mirror but I couldn't quite see what was going on. I could tell by the squishy noises and moans, though, that Bill was pumping her pretty fast and furious and she was loving it. Before long I heard slurping, sucking sounds like a vacuum cleaner trying to swallow a wet sponge. I didn't need to turn around to know what that meant. I pretended to adjust my mirror to see traffic so I could get an excuse to see Morgan wrapping her lips around Bill's thick tip.

His huge mast was poking up so high she barely had to lean over his chest to reach it! I could see her hungry saliva slicking the upper half of his length to glistening. His thick precum trickled down the side of that veiny pole. I licked my lips wishing I was the one receiving the amazing head. Then suddenly she did something so unbelievable I had to slam on the brakes: she took him all the way down to the balls into her mouth. I had to rub my eyes to make sure I wasn't seeing things! Morgan looked like a sword swallower with all that massive manhood in her mouth. I found myself trying to picture how deep in her throat that thing must be poking.

I was so entranced by it I didn't notice Bill had caught me staring until he was smirking at me in the mirror. Morgan didn't care: she was too busy gobbling down his dick. Bill's hand kept guiding her head like he owned her--which I could see he did, as he also owned me, I had to finally admit.

The hung asshole acted like nothing unusual was going on as my ex-girlfriend eagerly bobbed for apples on his cock. "Turn left up there, dude," he ordered casually, like a king holding court, his cock an enormous scepter of his authority. I guess I must be the jester. I felt myself overwhelmed by an urge to instantly obey the slightest command coming from him.

"Yes, Sir," I answered instinctively. Morgan giggled around Bill's meat at my subservience. She didn't pull her mouth off Bill until we turned into the parking lot. I stepped around to hold the door open for them like a chauffeur.

"Hold on a sec, dude," Bill commanded. I had to stand there waiting for Morgan to finish giving him a blowjob before we entered the studio.

"Carry this, Boy," Morgan sneered at me, handing me her bag with her changes of clothes. Both my hands were full. Bill's would have been free, but they were all over Morgan. They still stood there at the studio entrance, Morgan tapping her foot impatiently. "Hurry up, Boy, and open the door, we don't have all day!" I had to use my foot to prop the door open while Bill kept fingering her all the way in.

"Good Boy," Morgan laughed, patting my head as she walked in. Her perfect ass taunted me as I watched her long, sexy legs strut. I followed several paces behind her and Bill, knowing my role.

"Boy!" Morgan snapped her fingers and pointed impatiently to the wad of gum that was stuck to the heel of her new thigh-high. As I knelt down to lick it clean, looking up at her perfectly turned legs as she glared down at me and Bill laughed at my dilemma, I reflected on how things had gotten to this point.

The shoot had begun with the director handing Morgan her first pair of heels to model. They were a pair of classy, expensive black high heels, the kind that would get a woman attention at work without anyone daring to accuse her of impropriety. When Morgan slipped out of her heels to put them on, every eye in the room fixed on her long, slender, sumptuous legs. The guys who were working the camera and the lights dropped their jaws and started drooling. Even the director had to work to keep his composure as Morgan crossed her legs while changing from one shoe to the other. When she had finished she held her regular shoes in her hand and asked Bill, "Where should we put these?"

"Dude," Bill said, calling me like a butler, "Get with the program here! Morgan's getting paid by the hour."

Obeying Bill's commanding voice, I nearly tripped over my feet to attend to Morgan's shoes. She handed them to me without bothering to look at me as she adjusted her new heels. When she was ready she stood up and put her hand on her hip, tilting slightly and raising one foot up on its toe.

"Well, do they fit?" she smirked as every guy in the room gawked at her nodding our heads like we had lost our tongues, except Bill who grinned at the reaction Morgan's legs always got when they went out. He loved showing her off. It made him proud that all the other guys wanted his hot girlfriend. It seemed like a distant dream that she had ever been dating a loser like me. How could I have been so stupid to lose such a hot girlfriend?

"They fit--verrry nicely, Morgan," the director finally answered for all of us. "Would you mind showing us how they look on you in a few different poses?"

For the next half hour, the director took his time finding every excuse to look at Morgan standing, sitting, reclining, lying down, from every angle he could think of. I saw that the camera man was getting more erect by the minute as he followed Morgan around like a lost puppy trying to catch up with her latest pose. Bill and I and the rest of the crew were getting pretty hard, too. I would have touched myself if I wouldn't have gotten caught.

"That was amazing, Morgan," the director finally said when she was done. "I have another model number we need to film, if you wouldn't mind?"

Morgan took a new pair of knee-highs from him, holding it in her hand, and snapped her fingers. I stood there waiting a minute before Bill's punch in the shoulder and whisper of, "Dude!" reminded me of my role. I raced over to kneel and help Morgan out of her heels so she could get her knee-highs on. She sat down and rested each foot on me like a footstool as she changed slowly and deliberately.
"Fuck she looks good," the lighting guy whispered to the camera man.
"You're telling me, I've got a close-up," the camera man whispered back.
"Fuck you two, I get the real thing," Bill laughed.

After an hour of watching Morgan pose in the knee-highs to the point we were all in **** need to jerk off, it was time for the thigh-highs. The camera guy actually moaned and bit his lip when she got those on. The lighting guy whistled. Suddenly everyone started when Morgan yelled, "Shit!"

Someone had left a wad of chewing gum on the set. She had stepped in it with her pristine new footwear. Not exactly what you wanted on a high-end fashion shoot.

"It's okay, we've got another pair on hand," the director started to reassure her.

"It's not a problem," Morgan countered. She snapped her fingers, calling "Boy!" and pointed to the wad of used gum.

Bill covered his mouth snickering as I did my duty without another word. The gum was dried and dirty and nasty as I licked it from the bottom of Morgan's heel. My main consolation was the fact that I knew the director and crew wished they could get a lick, too. Maybe I wasn't as lucky as Bill, but my Mistress still had legs hotter than all those other guys' girlfriends' put together. I thought of how sexy her legs looked, and it made the gum taste much better. "All clean!" I finally announced looking up.

"Good Boy!" Morgan said, patting my head and resuming her shoot.

After Morgan had spent the better part of two hours teasing everyone on the set strutting her tight ass around on those never-ending legs, she and Bill could barely wait to get into the changing room before they stared going at it. He had his fingers stuffed inside her under her skirt before we were off the set. The instant the door closed he had lifted her up on a counter and they were tonguing each other as they worked frantically to get each others' clothes off. It was a race between them to see whether Bill shoved his cock into her pussy first or Morgan got it into her hungry mouth. Morgan won the race and was getting on her knees to blow him when she noticed me looking at them rubbing my erection.

"Eww!" she said wrinkling her nose at me and pointing at me.

"Aw, let the loser watch, it's the closest he's going to get to ever going in your pussy again," Bill said sympathetically, knowing how bad my balls must ache having to watch Morgan and not getting to fuck her.

Morgan relented slightly, but didn't sound too keen on it. "Alright but only if he faces the corner," she decided. "Boy! Face the wall--and don't touch that cock! You can listen only!"

I turned to face the wall as told. I had barely turned around when I heard the unmistakable sloppy sounds of Morgan slurping on Bill's thick head. I wanted badly to look when I heard Bill groan, "Fuck!" I knew that must be one of Morgan's amazing deepthroat jobs causing that sound. I badly wanted to see how much of that huge dick she could swallow down her bottomless throat, but I could only listen.

Bill sounded like he was getting close to cumming, but then I heard Morgan moan as he slipped out of her mouth and announced, "Get up and bend over." A moment later I heard her knocking things off the counter groaning," Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!"

Bill grunted "Fucckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" and I knew he had slipped into her snug vice. Both their voices joined in a chorus of groans and grunts to the rhythm of the wet sloppy thrusts filling my ears. I longed to look at what could be making such passionate sounds, to see for myself the amazing sight of a foot of manmeat disappearing into my ex-girlfriend. I licked my lips imagining the wad of cum Bill must be pumping out as he groaned, "Ugghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck!" to Morgan's gasps.

Finally after what seemed forever, I heard Morgan's satisfied voice giggling, "Okay Boy, you can look now." Her skirt was back on, but a huge trickle of cum was dripping down her leg. "Could you get that, Boy? I have to put my makeup on," she said, in a sweet voice that still carried a tone of command. As Bill sat down and logged into his cellphone to check out the latest sports scores, I knelt at Morgan's feet to clean his mess from her legs before it dripped down onto her new shoes, while she adjusted herself in the mirror ignoring me. "Honey can you see how long Chili's is open tonight?" she called out to Bill as he surfed the Net on his phone.
"Uh--okay," Bill said, a smirk in his voice suggesting he was up to something. .
About two weeks after Morgan's high heel shoot, I got a call from an agent of Captain Morgan's, the rum company. They had seen Morgan's shoe portfoilio and thought she'd be perfect for a new ad campaign they were running. They wanted to introduce a new, female version of Captain Morgan, a femme fatale dressed in a sexy pirate outfit. The basic concept was that hottie Captain Morgan would boss around losers who drank the wrong brand of rum and throw them in the brig, but she would favor studs who knew to drink Captain Morgan's. They asked me if Morgan was in.

"Um, she's out right now," I said. Naturally she was out fucking Bill again. I think it was the third time today.

"Is this her secretary?"

"No. . .This is her boyfriend," I said, pretending she was still mine. The truth was, I was more like her secretary now. Or her ****.

"Oh, you must be Bill, that big studly guy from the photo shoot? Lucky guy!"

"Um--no, I’m the guy who, um, cleaned her boots after she stepped in the gum."

"Oh." I heard a pause on the other end, followed by a cough. I could swear I heard crickets chirping. "Well, when she gets in, could you have her call me?"

"Yeah," I replied, hanging up.

It turned out they asked me and Bill to be in the shoot, too. Bill naturally was to play the stud who drinks Captain Morgan's and gets to be with Morgan. I was going to play the loser.

The basic script was that I'm the bumbling first mate on Morgan's pirate ship, who can't do anything right. While I'm drunk from drinking the wrong brand of rum, I accidentally hit our own deck with a cannonball and Morgan yells at me. Meanwhile we've captured another ship where Bill is one of the prisoners. Morgan is going through the new prisoners deciding which ones to keep and which to walk the plank when she notices one of them drinking Captain Morgan's. It's Bill. She walks up to him and kisses him to get the taste of the rum from his tongue, then with her hand on his chest she orders her new first mate, "Show this one to my quarters!" She winks at the camera. Then the camera shows me standing on the plank next to them, and she kicks me in the ass with her heel and sends me into the water. She's sitting in Bill's lap drinking Captain Morgan's while the sharks circle me as the ad ends.

By the end of the week after the ad first aired, all my friends had seen it during sports games. Within a month Morgan was a famous model, with people talking about her legs the same way they talked about J-Lo's ass.

As for me, everywhere I went I was besieged by friends and strangers making pirate jokes, telling me to walk the plank and stuff like that. I was the butt of national jokes, like the Caveman in the Geico commercials. The whole country was laughing at me. Captain Morgan's eventually asked Morgan if she wanted to do a sequel where I was swabbing the deck while she and Bill ran the ship. She agreed as long as Bill could play a bigger role and I had to take orders from him, too. "It'll be more realistic that way," Morgan explained.

She was right: Bill was giving me orders in real life, too, now. And I was obeying them eagerly. Any thought of disobedience resisted the second I saw the big bulge in his pants, or the sight of Morgan's high heel. Public humiliation was a small price to pay for the privilege of serving such a hot Master and Mistress.