The Gogosian dress

Faced with Adriana’s question, you think back through all the outfits that she tried on with you. There was the one with the flowers, the striped one that made her look weird and out of shape, the one that looked like men’s wear, and oh, who could forget, that last bikini that she’s still got on.

“Cat got your tongue?” Adriana asks, smirking.

“No, just going through some happy memories,” you smile back. “I know what my pick is.”

“You’re stalling for time,” she says, shaking her head. “But that’s not going to help. If you don’t know what it is already…”

“The Gogosian dress,” you say, pointing at the voluminous dress.

“Is that what you call it?” she says, regarding the dress with unabashed affection in her eyes. “I like the name. I like your pick.”

“You’re the one who pointed it out first,” you say.

“You deserve a handsome reward for your taste,” she says, smiling knowingly. “Not every man knows how to listen.”

“Guess I win,” you smile. “I’m thinking I deserve a little reward for my talent.”

“Oh? What do you have in mind?” she asks.

You take Adriana by the hand and lead her into the dressing room stall. Her eyebrows rise a hair, but she otherwise makes no comment as you shut the door behind her, and then push her up against the thin wall of the stall, kissing her. She kisses you back, arms wrapping around you, and it’s not lost to you in this moment that you’ve got a literal model, dressed in a teeny bikini, in your arms. You have yourself a bit of grab-ass, loving the way she wiggles her butt as you do so, and then your hands roam upwards, giving those tits a bit of much needed attention too.

Hungry for her body, you grab at her bikini bottoms, wanting to tear them off and take her right then and now, but she shakes her head urgently.

“The shopkeeper will hear,” she hisses. “We can’t be loud.”

“Then I’ll be quiet,” you say.

“You can’t fuck in here without making a racket,” she says. “You’ll have to settle for something else.”

Your disappointment only lasts for a moment as she sinks down to her knees, her intentions rapidly becoming clear as she loosens your belt, dropping your pants and fishing your cock out. Her hand plays over the length of your erection as she appraises the goods.

“Satisfied?” you ask her.

“It’ll do,” she says.

The ChiO sister tentatively begins to blow you, her lips wrapping around the head of your cock. You want to moan aloud, but settle for a low gasp of pleasure instead. This girl knows what she’s doing. It doesn’t take long before she’s coaxed out the hardest boner that you’ve had in quite some time, half your throbbing length enveloped in her mouth, the other half gripped tight in her hand.

“You sure you don’t do a different kind of modeling?” you ask, as she plunges an inch deeper. “You’ve definitely got the skills for it.”

Adriana shoots you a glare but remains silent. Your cock is a rather effective gag. You enjoy the sight of her perfect lithe body, clad in that gold and silver bikini, her red lips wrapped tight around you. She bobs up and down, your cock disappearing and reappearing inside of her mouth. That, combined with the risk of getting caught, has got your blood pumping faster than normal.

“That’s it. That’s fucking amazing,” you whisper.

This woman knows just how to pleasure you. You picture her in the dozen outfits that she’s modeled for you today, blowing you in a dozen different looks, but at the end of the day, nothing beats the sight before you. God-damn this sorority sister is hot.

She begins to move more vigorously, her head rapidly bobbing across the length of your tool. You struggle to keep a grip. You know you’re fast approaching the end, and you grip her shoulders tight.

“Going to cum any second now,” you warn her, your breath coming fast and low now.

“Give it to me,” you hear her say, her husky voice ringing like a commandment in your ears.

It sends you over the edge. You fire off into her. Your cum sprays into her mouth in huge jets. You paint the insides of her mouth with your white, sticky goo, and she sucks it all up. With each twitch of your cock, you see her throat swallowing, eager to have all of this mess you’ve made.

“Fuck,” you whisper, as you feel your cock twitch for the last time. “That was so hot.”

“I know,” she smiles, tossing her hair back. “I wouldn’t be doing my job right otherwise.”

Adriana +15