Definitely Miami Ch. 6 (Kelly Brook Stacey Poole, Lucy Pinder)

[Cadeauxxx]

Definitely Miami Ch. 6
Starring: Kelly Brook, Stacey Poole Lucy Pinder

Themes: Romance, Love Triangle, Cheating/Affairs, Big Tits, Voyeurism

Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal. Please do not copy this story to any site without my permission.

This story was written for my great friend Galva, and special credit to him for the ideas and model choices. For those following the story, go back and read the previous chapters to understand the love triangle. Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch.5



Miami, Florida

The sunrise came earlier than expected for Stacey Poole. She was already awake at the crack of dawn before the glow between the mini-blinds covering her hotel suite window. Coffee and toast was a lovely breakfast to begin the day after a warm shower. Brett lingered on her mind. Many months had passed since the last time Stacey shared intimacy with a man. There was once a time she had a high sex drive, but those years had passed. She was careful about selecting her partners. One thing led to another with Brett, and she didn't catch herself at first. The next day she had solitude to process her thoughts and emotions. He seemed to be a kindhearted man. Was he the right companion? That was a question she wasn't ready to consider. They had not even had so much had a real date and already fucked each other. Stacey thought about it while sipping from the mug of coffee. Her long brunette hair was curled up in a towel, waiting to thoroughly dry before she was ready to prepare herself for the day. Other subjects besides Brett occupied her current train of thought.

Stacey's income had dwindled over the past few years. After the pandemic, she struggled to climb back up to a healthy level of financial stability. She was knee-deep in debt over a year ago. Now it had climbed higher, and she feared drowning in unpaid taxes back home in England. Had the situation improved, she could've considered moving to the US. The only problem was that Stacey had no American business connections. There was only one woman from the old glamour industry in Miami who could help her. She dreaded the thought of reaching out to Lori. In Stacey's mind, the older woman had to be in her fifties by now, or at least approaching it. Lori had a reputation back when the magazines and Page 3 could make a model's career. After the decline of the industry, she moved on. Every potential connection with agents and photographers was jotted down on the pages of Lori's phone book. The queen maker still had a heavy hand of influence across the broken industry. Stacey feared falling on bad terms with her. Lori was naturally intimidating to the point it was easy to avoid her.

In the end, Stacey figured she would have to approach her. She didn't enjoy begging for work. Any time a model approached Lori, it was out of desperation to keep their career afloat. The good old days of lads' mags and the Daily Star were long gone. Sometimes she wondered if the old woman was amused by this situation. Did she take pride in knowing models had to beg? There were only a small few who could be described as A-list who truly earned Lori's respect over time. Stacey wasn't one of them. She was well aware of that, otherwise she would've been invited over for tea sometime. Stacey heard whispers and faint rumors of other models receiving such privileges from Lori. The most that Stacey had was the older woman's phone number. She sighed while thinking about how to approach her. The last thing she wanted to do was beg, but Stacey felt she didn't have much of a choice. She would have to go out of her way to flatter Lori. After breakfast, Stacey finally determined how she would go about this. Lori wasn't the kind of person to reply to text messages. It was better to make a phone call. Stacey could only hope that the old woman would listen to her voice mail.

"Hello, I'm calling to speak with Lori. I would like to meet so we can talk more on a personal level instead of wasting time over the phone. This is Stacey Poole. I'm currently in Miami and searching for work. It is with my utmost respect that I reach out to you. I am certainly not calling to waste your time. If you can speak with me in person, I'd be very grateful."

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Heavy breathing was the only noise anyone could hear in the room. Every window was unveiled to let the sunlight pour in. The air conditioner was turned off to make the early afternoon heat all the more sweaty. That was how Kelly Brook demanded to start the day in her penthouse suite. Since Dan had stayed the night after the oily massage to pleasure her, Kelly had other plans. She started the day by prancing around naked. The sight of her massive tits jiggling around had excited Dan. She was in the mood to indulge her lustful appetite after the time spent away from Florida. Dan was the lucky man, even discounting the fun he had with Lucy Pinder merely yesterday. All of his guilt from cheating had washed away as he focused on Kelly. An hour after she strutted her hips without a single piece of clothing covering her beautifully voluptuous form, Kelly still refused to put on any clothes. Dan stripped naked, revealing the effect she had on him with the sight of his erecting cock. Flashing her full smile of pearly white teeth, Kelly showed him just how much she approved of his hardness. Her hand was wrapped around the shaft seconds later. No better way to start the day than with a few hours of hard fucking. Kelly insisted that the air conditioner remain off so they could feel the heat rising between them.

For every time their skin rubbed together, Dan could feel the sticky slickness developing. She began in the bedroom on her knees. A few minutes of oral sensations before switching positions. The massage table was still in the same place from last night. Kelly had raised the height to allow herself to sit and spread her legs. She asked Dan to fuck her against it. He was more than happy to oblige. Her hands gripped the other side, balancing herself and presenting her gigantic boobs before him. While he bucked his hips, he planted his hands on her tits and squeezed them hard. Her hair was curled in a ponytail. No makeup covered her face. All of Kelly's beauty was displayed properly as he pumped away, giving her inch after inch of his cock. She cried out, moaning loudly. The faint sound of his name echoed throughout the penthouse suite. Every passing second only pushed his excitement as the smoldering heat built within the room. As the temperature continued to climb, Dan worried that his stamina was quickly declining. Kelly had found a perfect way to test his strength by turning off their air. By the time they switched positions again, he felt sweat forming above his eyebrows.

"Harder! Harder!! Give it to me!"

Kelly screamed at Dan. The positions had changed, and she was now bent over, clutching the edge of the massage table to maintain herself. Her huge tits bounced and jiggled around as Dan pumped his cock in and out of her tight pussy. His eyes glared down, focusing on the muscles in her back with a layer of sweat covering her skin. His balls smacked against the undersides of her mighty bum with each thrust he made. With a faint groan, he gripped her hips tightly. Kelly's ponytail whipped around as she glanced across her right shoulder. Dan could see the brown hues in her eyes but refused to look at her face as he watched her tits shaking from underneath. Biting his lower lip, he continued to buck his hips. Over and over his cock pounded into her pussy as she cried out.

"Yes! Yesssss!! That's it! More!! I want more! GIVE IT TO ME!!"

No chance to pull out. Not with the way she was begging for more. Dan's sweaty palms slipped across her curvy hips. He lost his grip as he continued to thrust away.

"Ohhhhh!! Ohhhhhhh!! YESSSSSSSS!!"

Smack. Smack. Smack. The sound of their bodies colliding was all that could be heard between the deep gasps, heavy breaths, and Kelly's screams of pleasure. Eyes shut, head lowered, and hands gripping the edge of the table. Dan grunted, wondering if he could hold back his own orgasm while pushing her closer and closer. Opening her eyes, Kelly raised her head and began to push back. The sudden movement surprised Dan into a temporary halt. When he thrust forward again, Kelly backed herself into it. He took the hint to keep bucking his hips. Their bodies worked in sync now. When he pushed forward, she threw it back. Kelly's thrusts were harder, prompting Dan to increase speed. He planted both hands down on her back, pressing his palms as he gritted his teeth and found a new fast rhythm fucking her pussy. His efforts made her stop.

"OHHHH!! OHHHHHHHH!! GOD!!"

She was close, hanging onto the edge as her pleasure continued to build. Dan could feel it with every thrust he gave her until her pussy tightened up and squeezed around his shaft. Biting his lower lip, he groaned and reached down to the base of his shaft. With careful quickness, he pulled out as Kelly's vulva gushed hot liquid into a puddle on the floor beneath her. A few streams ran down her thighs. With her head raised, she belted out a loud scream that echoed throughout the large room. Dan made two steps back, and then she quickly turned around with a deep exhale. Her dark eyes glared at him before Kelly bit her lower lip. She needed no time to recover from such a hard orgasm. Kelly was more concerned about the fact he held his own climax back. It was up to her to make that cock explode.

"How hard was that?"

"What?"

Kelly slid her fingers across his glistening shaft. The entire length was coated in her dripping juices. Before replying to him, she slurped loudly and licked the left side clean. Her lips moved to the curved tip, and then she licked the underside before sliding her fingers down to the base.

"How hard was it to hold yourself back? I thought you would give me a hot load of your creamy spunk."

"Is that what you wanted just now?"

Her voice crackled up loudly into a mad laugh. An unbelievable question not even worth pondering. Kelly continued to laugh as her fingers slid up and down, stroking his wet cock. She lowered her head again and flicked her tongue across the head. Her eyes locked onto him again as she released the grip of her slender fingers. The sweat on her face was visible from the harsh sunlight in the room. It made the right side of Kelly's face glow. Below, Dan could see a whole layer of sweat on her gigantic breasts. Her hands moved over them. He stood there silently and watched Kelly lift her tits and pull them apart. The small passageway was where his cock went. Every inch disappeared between them. Squeezing them together tightly, Kelly grinned at him before speaking again.

"Fuck my titties."

Dan began with a hard first thrust between her sweaty tits. The second time made her smile. There were few joys Kelly enjoyed more than the sensation of a throbbing cock pumping between her breasts. She gazed down to watch his shaft disappear between them for a moment before the head poked back up. Kelly licked her lips and subtly spat on the tip before gazing back up into his eyes.

"That's it, that's it..."

Biting her lower lip, she purred and spoke lowly as he continued to thrust. Up and down, his cock pumped consistently. Maintaining eye contact, Kelly decided to push his buttons with the right words.

"You like this? You like tittyfucking me? You like sliding your cock between my big tits like this? Mmmmmmmm, do you like that?"

His thrusts immediately picked up speed. As the pace increased, Kelly flashed a cheeky grin at him. She glanced away from his eyes monetarily to glance down and watch the tip poke up. With a deep breath, she ejected another wad of spit onto it. The sound was louder than before, exciting Dan to thrust even faster. She maintained the grip of her breasts, squeezing them tighter. Squishing sounds developed with the movement. Kelly looked down a second time, and when the head thrust up, she flicked her tongue across it. Dan grunted, biting his lower lip. She licked every chance she got until he slowed down. With his cock buried between her tits, Dan let out a low moan as her eyes returned to his face. He made a hard, slow thrust and then stopped for a moment. As her mouth opened to speak, he suddenly returned back to the fast pace. Kelly was pleased and grinned smugly. He didn't have to say it. She could see the struggle through his facial expression. The young man was hanging on to the edge, trying his hardest not to cum so he could enjoy this pleasure for a bit longer. Licking her lips, Kelly refused to glance away this time as he continued to thrust away between her boobs.

"Ohhhhhhh, man."

Exhaling a deep breath, Dan kept going. Thrust after thrust between her breasts while Kelly grinned at him. Was he going to pull out and glaze them in sticky, white paint? Or maybe he preferred a pearl necklace today after the facial last night. She would know soon enough as he pumped forward and groaned.

"FUCK!!"

Gritting his teeth, his screams turned into growls as his cock erupted. Kelly gasped as she felt the warm spurt of cum hitting her chin. He quit thrusting, and she let go of her tits and quickly grabbed his cock. Propping her tits on her left forearm, Kelly aimed his dick at her tits and wanked away. Hot streams of spunk jetted across her tits. She bit her lower lip and purred at the white lines painting her skin all while Dan wailed and moaned. Squeezing her fingers tightly around the pole, Kelly chuckled as she watched the last drops trickle out.

"With how sweaty I am, I already needed a shower, but now?"

Cupping her breasts, Kelly rubbed them together. Some of his cum leaked between her tits. She smiled wide as he looked down at the mess plastered all across her natural breasts.

"I'm going to enjoy scrubbing these soon. Will you be joining me in the tub, dear?"

He blushed, smirking back at her.

"I thought you'd never ask."

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1 DAY LATER

The rain poured outside, quietly thumping on the room. Every window was smudged with a blur across the clear glass. Lori's home was quiet through most days. Stacey was happy she made it before the storm. She forgot to check the forecast before stepping out, otherwise she would've slipped on a coat. Since Lori granted her a meeting, it was best to take it now and not make the older woman wait. Stacey was already put into a bad spot where she had to beg at the cost of her pride. In the study room, Lori presented herself like a queen. She sat in a luxurious sofa chair with dark wooden frames and crimson red seats. To her left side was a small table with a tray containing a pitcher of tea and two cups. Stacey sat across her. They first began their conversation back in the dining room. It was there that she caught a hint of Lori's son Dan. His mother summoned him earlier in the day to have a long talk regarding his bank account. Something related to his personal savings and a potential trip back home to the old country. Dan thought nothing of it until he became stuck at the house during the heavy rain. When his mother suggested he wait out the storm, he listened.

But not for her advice. His eyes set upon a glamorous guest who arrived earlier. A black dress with pink polka dots covered Stacey's natural curves and heavy chest. Her long brunette hair was split down the middle. No words were exhausted. Only a few glances and brief eye contact. This wasn't their first time meeting. The last thing Dan wanted to do was draw his mum's curiosity. He wondered what exciting events happened between her and Brett. Did he fuck her? The most obvious question was his first true thought. Dan felt a new sense of boldness brewing inside him. A new level of confidence that came from fucking Lucy Pinder multiple times behind Kelly's back. If she didn't catch him by now, how would she suspect another conquest? His eye was on Stacey. Another older woman he hoped to seduce. The only thing Dan made love to was his ego. Not Kelly or Lucy. He was already thinking about the possibilities of fucking Stacey. The thought of Brett having her before him made it all the more funny. He would have something else to brag about over his friend. As the hours passed by, Dan became blinded in lust as the devious thoughts continued to build within him. He watched Stacey from the dining table, pretending to be occupied with his phone sitting below.

Life was about having fun, or so he told himself. At his age, he wanted something to feel proud about. It wasn't enough to know he had been dating Kelly all this time. Dan was already thinking of ways he could move on with Lucy, potentially as a backup plan, and now he wanted Stacey too. Even if it came with the unwanted consequences of sneaking around his mum's home. In the bathroom, he washed his face. Pulling at his blue T-shirt, he adjusted it over the front of his shorts. Just in case he felt a bulge rising from looking at her from afar. He was already getting hard as he remembered the back-to-back fuck sessions with Kelly in the span of less than twenty-four hours. Back in the study room, Lori chuckled under her breath as the discussion with Stacey moved into serious topics. A negotiation was brewing between the model and former manager. Stacey was willing to beg, and that pleased Lori. The older woman was able to sit back, sip her tea and listen to the desperate pleas from someone begging for relevancy in a new world. Lori was always amused to hear from models stuck in the past like this. There was no point in telling Stacey how much the game had changed as they continued speaking.

"Your name is all you have out here."

The older woman blinked and set down her glass. After a few seconds, she continued speaking.

"If you want to meet photographers that I know out here, you're going to have to play by my rules."

Stacey did not utter a single word as she gazed into Lori's eyes. Saying the wrong thing could doom this entire meeting.

"I've been waiting to ask you something I can't get off my mind. Tell me something, Stacey. Why didn't you do a FansOnly profile online?"

The question was a point blank hit straight to the heart. Stacey felt her blood pressure rising at the mere mention of FansOnly. It was something she wanted to do years ago but refused under the advice of her former agent. A bad contract sealed her into one of the last remaining glamour management companies who completely avoided FansOnly. After the pandemic, it was too late. Stacey believed that the only way to profit from it would be to move from topless modeling into hardcore pornography. Something she refused to do.

"I was under contract and unable to. By the time I had the chance, I was told that I would need to shoot porn if I wanted to get serious money on there."

Lori raised an eyebrow at her with no verbal response. Since she did not immediately reply, Stacey felt slightly intimidated and spoke again.

"I don't want to sell my soul like that. Unfortunately for FansOnly girls, they eventually get stuck making filthy pornographic content to make better money. Back in our day, there was always a difference between being a glamour model and a porn star."

"Indeed."

Finally, one word from the older woman. Lori nodded and then raised the tea cup again. Another slow sip while she left Stacey to wait for several seconds, like an incoming verdict. When the tea cup clinked against the metal tray again, Lori went on.

"I know a man here who can pay for a good photography session. It will be under his rules, but you have my word that he can be trusted. He has connections and pays very well. Are you familiar with Miguel Saint?"

Stacey's eyes enlarged for a few seconds. She blinked and then smiled. She had heard of Miguel Saint from other models. Most notably, Melissa Debling spoke highly of him. He traveled the world from Spain, spending much of his time in England before leaving the country after the pandemic. From what Stacey remembered, Melissa liked him to the point that she did multiple photo sessions through a span of four years.

"I've heard other girls talk about him, but I've never met him before."

"I'm sure he would love to work with you. I can give him a call right now. If you stay here and let me get in touch with him, I'm sure I can arrange something."

"That would be marvelous!"

"Stay here for another hour or two while it rains, and I'll see to it."

Lori pointed with her right hand index finger for Stacey to leave the room. She wandered out, heels stomping loudly across the tiled floor as she marched back into the hallway. From the staircase she spotted Dan standing there, clutching his phone in both hands. Stacey smirked at him.

"Fancy seeing you here. The most unexpected chap of the day."

Raising his head, Dan's eyes moved away from the screen and to her face. He grinned, flashing his teeth at her. Stacey held her head high, still smiling as he replied.

"I wasn't expecting you to be here today either."

"Are you a momma's boy who lives here?"

Blushing at her comment, he shook his head.

"No, I just come over to visit every once in a while. I don't like being rude to my mum."

"That answers my question then."

She shifted her arms, crossing them over her busty chest. The dress prevented him from gazing at her cleavage. No display whatsoever, but Dan could still make out her natural curves.

"What are you doing here, Stacey? Do you know my mum?"

"From a long time ago, yes. I need her help with some work."

From the way she approached a relaxed conversation, Dan felt he had a strong chance to make a move on her. Stacey was almost casually flirting with him.

"Would you like me to show you around?"

"Sure."

"Upstairs or downstairs?"

"Let's keep it on ground level for now."

Together they walked. Dan's bare feet were quiet across the floor. The complete opposite of Stacey's loud heels booming with echoes into the distance. He led her into the kitchen and across the grey and black checkered tiles. A large counter blocked much of the view leading to the previous large space with the staircase. A short hallway connected to the dining room with a small bathroom tucked away. Dan approached the fridge and grabbed the metal handle. As Stacey watched him open the door, she spoke.

"Lucy talks about you often."

"Oh, does she?"

"Yes..."

After fetching a can of Mountain Dew, Dan turned around and smiled.

"Do you want something in here?"

Stacey shook her head.

"No, thank you."

His fingers popped the can open. Dan raised it to his lips and took a quick sip. After swallowing, he spoke up.

"So what does Lucy tell you about me?"

"She likes you."

"Oh, yeah? Does she tell you how good I am in bed?"

Chuckling softly, Stacey flashed her teeth as Dan sat the can down on a counter close by. He avoided the smooth talk and went straight to the point. His eyes locked onto hers as she raised her head, smirking at him.

"I've heard a thing or two."

"Like what? Tell me."

Dan stepped closer, dividing the space within a few inches between him and Stacey. His eyes glanced down to see how close her bulging chest was from touching his body.

"She likes you enough to want you all to herself. I can tell you that much."

"Go on. Tell me more. Has she told you any kinky stories like when I had her on a boat?"

Stacey stepped back and raised both eyebrows. The way her eyes remained locked onto his made Dan feel a rush of excitement. Here he was attempting to play a hand of cards in seduction, but it appeared she had her own ideas in play for both of them.

"Lucy don't spill stories like that. But you've made me a curious girl."

"Have I?"

"Mmmmmhhhhmmmmm. Tell me something naughty, hot shot."

"I fucked her tits on a boat recently."

With an exaggerated gasp, Stacey dropped her lower lip.

"Oh, really?"

Dan nodded, smirking ear-to-ear. He had just broken a promise he made to Lucy. Not a single care whatsoever for when she told him their dirty deeds were to stay between them only.

"I came all over her too. She makes me cum pretty hard?"

Reaching with her right hand, Stacey grabbed the front of his shorts and pulled him a bit closer. Dan leaned in, breathing in her face as he nearly kissed her.

"You want to play some games? We can do that right here in my mother's house. She doesn't need to know."

"That's a very risky game, don't ya think?"

"Yeah, this is the kind of stuff that excites Lucy. She gets off on the whole idea of sneaking around and getting naked in places we shouldn't be. Are you kinky like her?"

No more words needed. Stacey responded with immediate action by pressing her lips to his for a rough kiss. Dan met her aggressive stance, pushing her a bit as their bodies pressed together. His tongue slithered down her throat as he kissed her passionately. No regrets or care about his betrayal to the other woman he thought he loved. This was a pure act of lust to satisfy his growing ego. Stacey made the move, not caring if Lori walked in on them. She believed there was a small window of opportunity to give Dan a satisfying thrill and leave him begging for more. A good way to win one over Lucy after she had done the same to her years ago. Revenge came with the passing of years. She never forgot the sting that it felt when a man left her for Lucy. Even if there were no strings attached, Stacey knew Dan would never forget her when he looked at Lucy. The funniest thing to him was how she seemingly had no knowledge of his relationship with Kelly. That made it all the more amusing to be right here, right now. When the kiss ended, Stacey grinned before sinking down to her knees. Biting her lower lip, she gripped the front of his shorts with both hands and gazed up at him.

Did she expect him to stop her? Dan quietly wondered to himself. He had no care in the world if someone walked in on them. Even if it was his own mother. Part of the thrill was getting an adrenaline rush playing dangerous games. Stacey dropped his shorts to the floor and gazed at the bulging erection in the front of his underwear. She smirked before pulling them down to allow his cock to flop out freely. The length sprang against her face, rubbing across her left cheek until she gripped it with her right hand. She giggled softly before twisting her fingers around the length. Dan gazed forward, looking at the bar that divided the view from outside the kitchen. He exhaled deeply upon feeling her hot breath blowing across the tip. Her tongue flicked her upper lip as Stacey locked eyes with him again. That was her cue for sliding the head between her lips. 'Mmmmmmm,' a muffled moan vibrated across the length as she pushed more of his dick into her mouth. Without waiting or any teasing build up, she went straight to the point of indulging herself. In her mind, this was Lucy Pinder's current boyfriend, and revenge was one of the greatest feelings wrapped in carnal desires. Dan moaned loudly as she pushed more of his cock into her mouth.

"Ohhhhhhh, man..."

Clenching his teeth together, his moans faded into a low hiss. Stacey realized that he was desperately trying to prevent himself from making any noise. Her right hand fingers tightened around the base, squeezing hard. She felt more daring to aggressively push every last inch of his cock down her throat. Her eyes shut momentarily and reopened to see his face still scrunched up. Dan glanced down at her and then would gaze forward, watching for anyone who could potentially interrupt them. Stacey pulled back and released his cock with a loud pop. The sound echoed throughout the kitchen as she lowered her head and licked his balls. With her left hand, Stacey squeezed his balls and pushed one nut into her mouth. She sucked it loudly while using her right hand to jerk his cock. As her fingers slid up and down the wet length, Dan tried to swallow. Another exhale made his voice become low, almost growling. She sensed the panic, but it was actually excitement for Dan. As she moved her mouth away from his balls, Stacey parted her lips wide. He planted both hands on the sides of her head, holding her in place as he took control. Her eyes widened as he slid his cock between her pretty pink lips. All the excitement he felt motivated him to begin fucking her mouth.

"GWAK-GAH-GWAK-GWAK-GWAK-KAH!"

As he thrust forward into her mouth, Dan loved every gurgled, incoherent sound Stacey made. If only she were naked and he could see those giant tits bouncing around. He didn't care if his mother heard from another room. Knowing the risk of getting caught made this all the more exciting. Stacey was surprised by his sudden action. She closed her eyes at the feeling of his balls hitting against her chin. Dan slowed down, delivering hard thrusts that pushed every last inch of his cock down her throat. She gagged, stomping her left palm down into the floor. With one last thrust, Dan quickly pulled out of her mouth so she could breathe. Stacey coughed, lips parted wide with a string of saliva dangling from the right corner of her mouth. Avoiding any panicked thoughts, Dan felt they had to act fast. He stepped out of his shorts and underwear, then reached down and grabbed them. His other hand went to the back of her head, gripping a fistful of hair.

"Get up."

Speaking firmly in control, Dan was ready to order her around. His mind wandered to the nearby bathroom as a potential place. A good place for them to get down and dirty without the fear of anyone seeing them. The only fear would be loud sounds.

"Where are we going?"

Stacey spoke as she walked with him. She didn't object to the grip on her hair as his underwear and shorts were swinging from his other hand. Dan refused to answer her. She soon understood their destination as he guided her towards the bathroom door. He let go of her hair to turn the knob, and that was when she made her move. As soon as he stepped through the doorway, she pressed both hands against his back. Dan turned around, and then Stacey shoved him into the room. She turned, grabbing the doorknob and slamming the door shut.

"Lock it!"

Quickly obeying his command, Stacey used two fingers to turn the little lock in the knob. The bathroom was small with a single toilet, sink and a shower. White tiles made up the floor and walls. With his back turned to the sink, Dan couldn't view the mirror. Stacey could see it from the corner of her right eye. There was a feeling of fear of losing the momentum of control from the way she pushed him. Dan tried to reaffirm his control by grabbing at the fabric of her polka-dotted dress and pulling her closer. Stacey made one step, and then Dan wrapped one arm around her, moving her towards the toilet to sit down. With a moan, she erupted in laughter.

"You like to use your hands. I can see why Lucy likes you so much."

"I can play rough if you want me to. Take off that dress and show me those tits."

Raising her right hand index finger, Stacey grinned as she gestured for him to hush.

"We're working on borrowed time, remember? If I were you, I'd keep my voice down to the minimum. No yelling and cursing. I don't think your mum is the type who would let this slide if she caught us."

Whether Dan cared or not, Stacey wasn't letting him ruin this for her. The entire reason this was happening was a short window of time while his mother was busy with phone calls. She needed a new job more than anything. Fucking Lucy's boyfriend was just the icing on the cake. For the rough use of his hands, he was not in control anymore. Stacey looked into his eyes and lifted her dress to reveal her pink thong. She had no plans of removing the dress. If he wanted her, he was going to fuck her despite the dress hiding her voluptuous body from his eyes.

"I'm not stripping down. If you want to fuck me, then you can take this off."

She bit her lower lip and rubbed the front of her thong. Dan couldn't wrap his mind around the idea of fucking a beautiful woman without seeing her naked. He huffed and puffed deep breaths but ultimately was ready to play along to Stacey's rules. Stepping closer to her, he finally dropped his shorts and underwear to the floor. With both hands free, he used them to gently caress her legs up the dress. She bit her lower lip, gasping as he pulled her thong down. Closing her legs together, Stacey made it easier for him to slide it down her ankles and pull away. He glanced at the tattoo above her right foot while a new idea came to mind. Dan was frustrated at the thought of losing control. Since she wasn't going to give him the honor of seeing her tits, he didn't want to look at her pussy. This was going to be a new, interesting experience to fuck a woman still clothed. At least a new memory would be made. Stacey's eyes glanced down as she spread her legs. Her right hand kept her dress pulled up. Her other hand held down against the toilet seat.

"Remember, we can't make too much noise."

Stacey reminded him, while Dan already had a solution for that. He balled up the thong and held it up. She reached with both hands, gripping his cock and pulling it closer.

"Fuck me."

Moving slightly, the head brushed against her wet folds. Dan bit his lower lip and grunted. With his left hand, he guided his cock to enter her. She gasped loudly.

"Keep your mouth open just like that."

Her eyebrows turned in a confused gesture until Dan shoved the thong into her mouth. Stacey got the hint and opened her mouth wider and bit down on her own underwear. Dan stared into her eyes as he gripped her hips. His fingers tightened around the dress, and then he began to pump his cock into her tight twat. Biting down harder, Stacey growled. The responsibility for keeping the volume low was now all on Dan. He grunted, biting his lower lip to prevent himself from moaning. The tightness of her pussy brought great pleasure to him. The thought of Kelly came up when he closed his eyes. He re-opened them so he wouldn't have to see her face in the back of his mind, casting judgement with sad eyes. He knew what he was doing was wrong but didn't care. This wasn't his first time cheating on her, and yet now he felt braver to do it. As he found a rhythm bucking his hips, Dan bit down harder on his lower lip. Stacey's muffled moans and growls continued as she bit down on the thong. It was driving Dan insane that he couldn't see her gigantic boobs. To her, it was probably an afterthought since she likely assumed he had seen countless photographs of them.

Dan wanted to touch her tits, squeeze and fondle them while fucking her. He gritted his teeth and let out a low groan while slipping his right hand beneath the dress. His fingers grazed across her stomach before pulling back down. Instead of bothering with her breasts, he got a better idea. Another thrust followed as his fingers felt around and eventually found her clit. Stacey's eyes blinked and then widened as he pinched it between two fingers. His thrusts slowed as she growled more noises into the thong clutched between her teeth. Her left leg shook, and she steadied herself, using both hands to grip the edge of the toilet seat. Dan used his middle finger to rub her clit while pumping his cock inside her. Stacey blinked again, locking eyes with him. At any moment, she could've pulled the thong out of her mouth to speak. The fact she didn't was enough to tell Dan how committed she was to remaining silent. Any commotion they created from behind the locked door was minimal. His frustrations with her clothed body had faded. Now Dan felt eager to talk dirty to her while enjoying the wonderful feeling of her pussy. He grunted, still rubbing at her clit. Back and forth, the edge of his finger worked between his slow thrusts. Unable to help himself, he spoke in a low tone.

"You like that?"

Nodding her head slowly, Stacey moaned into the thong. All of the previously dominant demeanor he showed was washing away. Dan leaned forward and planted his hands onto her tits. Fearing that he may rip her dress, Stacey raised her hands and grabbed his wrists. Her nails dug into his flesh, stinging his skin. The sensation only made Dan work harder and faster. His cock rapidly pumped into her pussy. One thrust after the other overwhelmed her in pleasure. Unable to hold herself back, Stacey didn't try to fight off the impending rush inside her. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, legs shaking as her cunt tightened around his dick. Knowing what was soon to come, Dan stopped and pulled out to prevent himself from filling her with his load. Muffled grunts and gags followed along with the squirting sensation of her cum drenching the floor below. He pulled the thong out of her mouth as Stacey leaned up on the toilet.

"This is mine now. I'm keeping it as a souvenir."

"I'm not worried about that right now. I just want to make you cum but without making a bloody mess."

Before he had the chance to give any instructions, Stacey slid off the toilet seat. Her knees hit the cold floor, and she gripped his slick cock. Dan could only trust her, knowing that she had her own ideas in mind. What way to get him off without a sticky mess? No better solution than to swallow it. That was his first guess. He believed the assumption was correct when Stacey enveloped her lips around the tip. She released the grip of her fingers and began bobbing her head up and down. 'Mmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm,' she moaned loudly between the sucking and slobbering noises. Stacey's locks of brown hair swayed as she was devouring inch after inch of his cock. Dan grunted loudly. The sound of his voice made her slow to a halt and then pull his dick from her lips. Stacey raised her right hand finger, gesturing again for him to hush.

"Shhhhhh, you're the one that needs to be quiet now. Do you want me to shove a cloth in your mouth to make you shut up?"

Dan smirked and then gave her a dirty look.

"Like I would let you do that."

His underwear sat on the floor close to her. Stacey had the chance if she wanted to. For now, she let the snarky reply slide and ignored it. Her fingers twisted around his shaft again as she began stroking it. As her fingers worked up and down at a fast pace, she felt it throbbing within her loose grip. She parted her lips, extending her tongue out to lick the head while her brown eyes locked onto him again. The look in her eyes made this all the more personal, precisely the experience she wanted to deliver knowing Lucy had stolen a boyfriend of hers in the past. This was her moment to deliver an earth-shattering orgasm that he would never forget. All the power of her mouth and not even allowing him to see her boobs. With a wink, she pushed his cock back into her mouth and released her fingers. Without any sense of warning, she pushed it all the way down her throat.

"Oh, god!"

When Dan screamed those words, Stacey slammed her right palm down into the floor. No time to pull his dick out of her mouth and tell him to shut the fuck up. She wanted to, but instead Stacey sucked harder. Dan's teeth clenched together as he tried to bite down on his lower lip. The thong in his hand dropped to the floor, and then it happened.

"F..F... FUCK!!"

So much arrogance and pride for a young, inexperienced man. Stacey felt the gushing warmth of his cum splattering to the back of her throat. Dan's voice was loud, undoubtedly causing unwanted curiosity from outside the bathroom. She reached up with her right hand and quickly snatched a fistful of his shirt. When Dan leaned down, Stacey used her right hand to block his mouth while her left hand went to the back of his head. She held firmly, keeping her palm against his lips as his cock remained between her lips. All he could do was look into her eyes as she milked every drop of cum from his dick. Dan saw her throat muscles moving and felt the movement of her swallowing it down. Stacey continued to suck, causing him to whimper against her closed fingers. She gripped the back of his head tighter, raking her nails through the thin hair. After how rough he was with her, Stacey showed that she could play that game too. After the final drops, she finally let go and moved her hand away from his mouth while pulling his dick from her own lips.

"Oh my god..."

"Shhhhhhhhh!!"

Once again, her finger was placed above her lips to correct him. Dan's mind was blown. Stacey left an impression stronger than Lucy. Something he didn't think was possible. The smirk on her face was that of a woman reveling in her sensual confidence.

"Where did she go?"

The old voice of his mother outside the bathroom was enough to kill off any potential erection. No second round after this quickie. Stacey remained calm and didn't panic as she yelled back.

"Just a minute, please!"

"Oh, my apologies. Take your time in there, dear."

With quick thinking, Stacey motioned towards the shower. It was a silent hint for Dan to climb in. As he began to move, she shifted from her knees and turned around to face the toilet. Pushing the handle down, she flushed it to create a loud noise. Dan quietly saw the hint that she was doing this so no one would hear his movement. As he moved into the shower, he drew back the curtain to hide himself. Stacey climbed off the floor and moved towards the sink. She turned the cold water faucet, spraying it as loudly as she could. Leaning in, she rinsed her mouth out to get rid of the scent of semen on her breath. Her thong was left on the floor next to his underwear and shorts. Stacey didn't bother collecting it. If he wanted that as a souvenir, it was fine by her. Maybe if he was as cocky as he acted, he could show it to Lucy. One last dirty thought in her mind as Stacey straightened her dress and then unlocked the bathroom door. To give Dan some privacy, she shut the door after stepping out. He let out a deep sigh in relief and pulled back the shower curtain at the sound of his mother's voice.

"I just hung up with Miguel Saint. He said that he would be more than happy to arrange something for you in the near future."

"Oh, that would be lovely!"

As the two women engaged in a conversation, Dan quietly thought to himself. He had just cheated on both Kelly and Lucy. His mind wandered to his friend Brett. How would he react to this? It would be one thing to rub it in on him. One of the funniest things was that Stacey had no knowledge of his relationship with Kelly. That was a complete mystery to her. While sitting in the tub, he waited for their voices to fade in the distance. So long as his mother was preoccupied with Stacey, he could quietly take a shower and rinse off the smell of sex from his body. After he finally got out of the house, he had to change clothes back at his apartment. There he would have some quiet time to himself in solitude to allow his mind to process what had just happened between him and Stacey. She didn't even get the chance to say goodbye. Nor did he get the opportunity to speak any deserved praise for her pleasure. No words exchanged regarding how satisfying this encounter was.

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7 HOURS LATER

The rain continued into the night. A soggy, wet day came to a close after dinner. By the time Dan had some time alone, he began longing for Lucy's attention. All he had to do was call her and ask if she wanted company. She was more than happy to give him time at her hotel room, where she was still staying. Something he was not aware of was Lucy's plans of potentially residing in the US. At least for the time being, now that work was picking up with more photographers. She didn't tell him outright. The clues were there if he was curious enough to dig into her personal life. Unlike Brett, Dan was not interested in learning about every little detail or secret to Lucy's life. She was his ultimate crush, and the thought of being in a long-term relationship with her was enough for him to trust her. He had already thought about the possibility of ending things with Kelly. Lucy was the backup plan for now. Dan felt a certain sense of peace as he stood near the window, viewing the blurry lights of the city in the distance. Miami came to life at night. Despite not venturing out into the streets, he enjoyed the view from afar. Lucy noticed him from the couch where she sat. Her feet were propped on the other side. The flashing light of the television reflected in the shape of a rectangle across the windows.

"Are you enjoying the view?"

Her question made him smile. Dan didn't reply. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his purple lounge shorts. His shirt was a bright yellow color to make him forget about the events earlier in the day with Stacey. He could still see her dark brown eyes anytime he closed his eyes, regardless of the fact he was now in the company of another woman. Lucy wore an oversized white shirt over her body and black booty shorts. No makeup for a lazy day alone until his arrival. Her hair was pinned in a loose ponytail behind her head. Since he didn't reply to Lucy, she sighed and spoke again.

"You're quiet tonight. Do you have something on your mind?"

"Many things actually. My mind feels like a warehouse if you know what I mean."

Moving her legs on the couch, Lucy patted a spot for him to sit.

"Come join me, Dan. There's no point in watching the rain all by yourself."

"I'm not alone. You're in the room with me."

"Dare I ask what you're thinking about right now?"

From the reflection across the glass, Dan watched Lucy move around the couch. She was gazing directly at him, completely ignoring the flashing images of the television screen. He didn't answer her question.

"Are you thinking about me... or her?"

Amused by how she avoided saying Kelly's name, Dan grinned. He almost wanted to reply that he was thinking of someone else. No need to mention Stacey and ruin the evening. The impression she left on him was strong. An experience he would not forget anytime soon. After a few seconds, he finally responded.

"I was thinking about my friend Brett. I haven't heard from him yet, but I know he's obsessed with you. He will stop at nothing to eventually get that date he wants so badly."

"Oh, that's funny."

Dan turned around to look into her eyes.

"Funny? How so?"

"It's funny because I think he can be kept distracted long enough for us to make things real."

A devious smirk ran across Lucy's lips.

"What would you say if we sent him to Kelly? He does look like her type after all."

Dan raised an eyebrow, giving her a curious look. Maybe she knew Kelly from the past, but he couldn't imagine her wasting any time with Brett.

"Kelly wouldn't give an American bloke like him any time of day. Get real."

Lucy chuckled.

"Oh, you don't know. She has spent some time living in the states... something I plan to do soon."

"Is that your way of saying you want to stay in Miami?"

Rising from the couch, Lucy softly nodded as she walked to him.

"Indeed. I'm starting to get better work offers here than wasting my time back home in the old country. Besides, it's quiet out here. No one ever bothers me."

Her footsteps ceased once Lucy stood directly across from him. Dan moved his hands out from the pockets of his shorts as she gazed into his eyes.

"I need to ask you something personal."

"Personal?"

She nodded and spoke again.

"Would you break up with Kelly to be with me?"

A hard question presented now with no time for him to react or think deeply on the matter. Lucy preferred honesty without a second thought. If he couldn't answer her now, then she knew it was a waste of trying to build on the bond they currently had. Dan felt that it should've been a tough decision. The kindness and loyalty Kelly shared with him was something he didn't deserve. She had no knowledge of him violating her trust, but if this moved forward, she would soon learn. He worried about hurting her feelings but was more concerned about his own desires. Lucy was his all time favorite. The ultimate crush. He wasn't about to disappoint her.

"Yes."

One simple word spoken with direct eye contact. Just what she wanted to hear. Lucy was shocked at first, stepping back once as she let the reality sink in. She had a boyfriend now with no knowledge of the dirty deeds he shared with another woman earlier today. Dan leaned in and then she threw her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. Beginning with a slow peck on the lips before their tongues danced together in passionate sin. Kelly had not texted him throughout the day. She was busy with her own needs. Dan had a sophisticated life of leisure to lead in absolute freedom. After the kiss ended, he pulled back from Lucy.

"If you stay in Miami, I am all yours. Kelly can get over it."

"I'm sure your friend would help her just fine."

"He's not her type, trust me. I don't know if she'd find someone she likes in Miami."

Lucy sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Let's not worry about her then. I got to see your bedroom once, now it's time for you to see mine."

"A temporary bedroom since you're just living out of this hotel right now. Am I right, or what?"

Shaking her head at his corny joke, Lucy smiled as she strutted her hips on a journey to the bedroom. Dan was left there, watching her walk across the room and to the darkened doorway. The light activated as a subtle hint for him to follow her. As he entered, Lucy's shadow was seen drifting across the blue wallpaper leading to the personal bathroom. The shirt that once covered her busty chest was discarded on the floor next to her booty shorts. Dan grinned, seeing this as an invitation to strip down. Since she was in the bathroom, maybe that was a sign that she wanted to get in the shower. He took off his shorts and underwear first. By the time he slipped off his shirt, the sound of water spraying was heard close by. Dan stepped into the bathroom to see Lucy standing by the sliding glass door. Her hair was down, split down the middle and flowing behind her shoulders. The sight of her massive, natural breasts was impossible to ignore. Lucy posed gloriously with her left forearm leaning against the glass. The tattooed stars were visible across her wrist. Below her stomach, he glanced at her shaved pussy. A few wet spots already glistening, ready for him. His cock twitched, and that made her grin.

Lucy didn't utter a word as she stared at his cock. Dan watched her turn around, head raised high in pride as she stepped into the shower. The water had been spraying from above for at least a full minute. Not enough time to develop fog across the glass surfaces in the room. He followed her, entering the shower and sliding the door shut. This was the third time he had found himself naked in a shower today. The number was actually four, counting no underwear in one of the bathrooms of his mother's luxurious home. Lucy moved closer to him. As her giant breasts hovered close to his chest, Dan reached for them with his dry hands. Warm water sprayed in her hair and down her back. She shut her eyes and lifted her head, moving slightly to allow the water to flow down her neck and onto his hands. Her nipples hardened at his soft touch. Raising both arms, Lucy slid her hands behind her head to run her fingers through her wet hair. Dan was preoccupied massaging her breasts. He pushed them together and ran his thumbs across her nipples. This alone made up for the disappointment not seeing Stacey Poole's chest earlier in the day. Lucy leaned in to kiss him. Dan shoved her back a bit as his tongue plunged down her throat. They kissed tenderly as she threw her arms behind his neck. When the kiss broke, she moaned to him.

"You're a smart young lad. I can satisfy you in ways Kelly can't."

"I know."

She giggled in his face, leaning in for another kiss as Dan's eyes fell below. He was distracted by the feeling of her breasts shoved against his chest, making it easier for her lips to meet his. Lucy stepped forward, so the water splashed between their heads and directly onto her tits. Like a waterfall, they were now soaking wet. She ended the kiss and pulled away from him. As Lucy fell to her knees, Dan reached behind her head to grab a fistful of her hair. The sudden move prompted her eyes to look at him submissively. If he wanted to play this game, she was more than eager to be his obedient kitten. Her hands went to his cock, already wet from the warm water spraying above. Lucy kept her eyes locked on his as she lowered her left hand, pressing it against the floor. Her right hand stroked him, moving back and forth at a slow pace. Since he was gripping her hair, she awaited his command. Dan said nothing as her fingers jerked his fully erected length. After a few seconds, she gave up waiting and lowered her mouth to bring his shaft into her mouth. The sound of her muffled moan was difficult to hear over the loud showerhead above. The water sprayed down his back and onto the white walls.

Dan cared about nothing else right now. No soap, shampoo or wash rags necessary. Lucy had his complete undivided attention. Closing her eyes, Lucy slid her fingers down to the base as she began sucking. Bobbing her head up and down ,she quickly found a rhythm that made her tits shake from underneath. She adjusted her position down on her knees, spreading her legs far enough to slide her hand between her thighs. While sucking his dick, she used her left hand to slide between her thighs. Quick to find her pussy, Lucy sucked harder as she slid one finger in. Dan noticed this and let go of her hair. He reached down, fondling her left breast in his right hand for a subtle squeeze. He ran his thumb over her nipple and pressed it as if he were pushing a button. Lucy pushed his cock all the way down her throat. He groaned at her deepthroating expertise as she gagged herself. Withdrawing his cock from her lips, she kept only the head between her lips while twisting her fingers around the length again. She released it from her mouth to spit on it and then resumed jerking. Gritting her teeth, Lucy gazed up at him as he leaned up. No longer playing with her boob, Dan felt eager to call a command now.

"Put it between your tits."

Lucy pulled her left out from between her thighs. She gripped his cock with the other, holding it still as she leaned forward and then finally let go to move both hands to her tits. She quickly raised them and created a passage down the middle. In one quick second, Lucy trapped his cock between her breasts. A sign of her skills in the art of titfucking. Something that Dan respected and admired greatly. He immediately bucked his hips to make his cock pump between them. Lucy moaned at the feeling, gazing down to watch the tip push up and disappear back between the folds. There was no better joy in his life. Standing here, tittyfucking Lucy Pinder made Dan feel as if he were on top of the world. This made up for all the disappointment he had with Stacey earlier in the day. She could suck dick better than Kelly and Lucy both, but without a titwank to judge, Dan wanted to forget her.

"Mmmmmmm, yes. Fuck my titties."

As she moaned those words, Dan increased the speed. Every inch of his wet cock glided between her perfect breasts. Lucy closed her eyes for a moment, moaning as she tightened the grip. Glancing down to watch again, she moaned.

"Ohhhhh, yeah! Just like that! Just like that!!"

She knew that talking dirty would get a rise out of him. Pushing all his buttons to make him work harder and faster for her, Lucy moaned again. Dan grunted as he was bucking his hips as fast as he possibly could. Over and over, his cock pumped up and down between her breasts. Lucy opened her mouth and extended her tongue. Each time the tip poked up, she licked it. Dan counted seven licks before he slowed down.

"Fuck..."

Grunted and groaning, he pumped again at a slow pace. Lucy squeezed her lips around the head, moaning softly until it slipped from her mouth with an audible pop. Foggy mist was now forming across the glass surface of the shower door. Lucy lifted her head, staring into his eyes. She believed he slowed down to control his own excitement. Her lower lip fell, and she moaned again in cue for him to resume the heavy rhythm. No words needed. She already had him wrapped around her finger. Dan couldn't make eye contact with her as he began bucking his hips again. His focus was entirely on watching his cock push up and back down between her amazing tits.

"Ohhhhhh... Ohhhhhhhhhh, yes... just like that."

Her voice fell to a whisper with the final three words. Dan grunted as he continued to fuck her tits. Little did he know this was one of Lucy's favorite places to indulge herself in tittyfucking. In the shower, whatever mess that was made could easily be rinsed away from the splashing water. Since the young man was willing to choose her over Kelly, Lucy felt extra motivation to perform for his eyes only. This was more special than the first time. Her brown eyes remained locked on him, encouraging Dan to continue as he pleased. Thrust after thrust was already pushing him to the edge. For a moment, Dan thought about Kelly and her preference for facials. She always let him blow a load all over her gorgeous face. He remembered the day he met Lucy and when he blasted her face. Bragging about it to Brett created the entire predicament they had been stuck in. His choice had already been made where this next load was going. Still thrusting between her tits, his face scrunched up. Lucy was aware of that expression. The moment was drawing near.

"You're going to cum for me."

"Yeah! I'm so close!"

"What's stopping you, Dan? Cum for me!"

Biting his lower lip, he grunted and then pulled his cock out from her breasts. Lucy had only a few seconds to see what he was about to do. When he aimed his dick directly at her face, she knew what to expect. Closing her eyes, she lifted her head and raised her breasts. She kept them pushed together as he screamed in pleasure.

"FUCK!! OHHHH!! GOD!!"

A thick wad jetted across her left cheek. A rope of cum followed, landing like silly string across her nose and right cheek. Lucy raised her head further in an attempt to make his aim easier. The third wad missed her face, landing on her neck. Lucy bit her lower lip as she felt the remainder of his gooey seed splattering across her tits. Dan changed his mind at the very last second. She had enough cum on her face. He made sure to give her tits the final strings and wads. After he was done, Dan reached behind Lucy's head. Her eyes opened as he gripped her hair. She parted her lips, allowing him to push his cock in. She winked at him while sucking out the final drops and pulling away with a pop. Licking her lips, she moaned after swallowing.

"That's better than Kelly, right?"

He blushed, chuckling under his breath. Dan had no idea how personal this was for Lucy. Back in her prime, she had competed against Kelly in the days of Page 3 and all the lads' mags. The world proved to be a small scale when their paths kept unexpectedly crossing. Gripping Dan's cock, she squeezed it hard and kissed the tip. He tried to step back, causing water to splash onto his back. A thin layer of fog covered every glass surface in the bathroom. Lucy stroked his cock, trying her best to harden him back to full length for a second round. The feeling of her fingers sliding up and down his shaft had sent Dan's thoughts into a whirlwind. He was eager to blurt out a truthful statement without second thought.

"You know something? This is the third time I've been in the shower today."

Lucy laughed at him.

"Oh, really? You must enjoy this."

"Somewhat, yeah. But it's better being here with you right now."

"Were you thinking of me the other times you were in the shower today, hmmmmm? For all I know, I can imagine you wanking yourself while thinking of my big, juicy tits."

Squeezing his cock again, Lucy grinned at the hardness. He was ready again. She carefully raised herself from the floor, standing before him. Dan looked into her eyes as she brushed her tits against his chest.

"I want you to fuck me against the door. Pound me real good, and I'll let you wash me down."

"Only if you wash my body too."

She chuckled under her breath while turning around. Dan waited until she pressed her palms and breasts against the door. Lucy spread her legs, standing on only her toes to back herself up. A modeling pose, as if he were a photographer going for that perfect back shot. He bit his lower lip while observing her bum. Lucy turned her head to the left and grinned.

"I don't want to beg. Get behind me and fuck me good, Dan."

"Don't worry. I wasn't going to make you beg like that, Lucy."

Once he was behind her, Dan guided his cock between her thighs and pushed into her pussy. The warm feeling brought strange thoughts of Stacey back to the front of his mind. The last woman he wanted to think about while engaged in this act. Biting his lower lip, he grabbed her hips. Lucy pushed her ass out to make the position easier for him. Dan didn't take the hint and shoved her back against the glass door. As his cock pushed deeper, she moaned.

"Ohhhhhh, yes! Ohhhhhhh!!"

Her tits rubbed against the solid surface, squeaking with every thrust Dan sent into her tight pussy. He reared his right hand back and delivered a hard spank that made Lucy hiss. Just for that sound alone, he delivered a second spank.

"You like that, huh?"

"Mmmmmmmm, I am one naughty minx... so naughty... just for... you!"

Lucy moaned while sliding her hands back and forth across the glass. Both of his hands tightened around her hips as he delivered a series of rapid thrusts. One after the other at a fast speed.

"Yes! YESSSSS!! OHHHHHH, YES!!"

Biting her lower lip, she purred softly. When he slowed the movement, Lucy saw that as time to start raising her voice even louder.

"FUCK ME! FUCK ME!! YES, HARDER!! HARDER!!"

Nothing else mattered to her except reaching the height of her pleasure. Lucy's massive tits remained pressed against the glass, rubbing slightly into the imprint left behind. Dan was in a completely altered state of mind. Acting as a force of nature to give in to her desires. She wanted to be fucked harder? He answered the call, working himself into a frantic rhythm, thrusting again and again. What he couldn't see was the look of satisfaction on her face. Closing her eyes tightly, she cried out as he hit the spot. Her inner walls tightened around his dick, but this time he wasn't pulling out. He would've repeated that action with Stacey, but not Lucy. This was one orgasm worth sharing as he closed his eyes and released his load inside her. Dan's arms wrapped tightly around her. If only he could see her face while holding her among the misty fog developing inside the small space. Once again, Dan felt like a king in this moment of sharing pleasure together. Lucy had a way over him that no other woman could've gained. Her influence couldn't be denied. Kelly was going to lose him all due to someone who had never forgotten the rivalry they once shared back home

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1 DAY LATER

The rain washed away from the memories of yesterday into a new afternoon with bright sunlight. Stacey Poole thought nothing of the weather as she ascended the staircase of a South Beach apartment complex. Miguel Saint called her last night, and they began talking over the phone. He offered a solid payment of two thousand dollars for a full photo session and hinted at additional payments. She felt that there was something left out. The man described his business practice of negotiation on a personal level. Face-to-face between photographer and model. No agent in the room. With any other person, that was a risky choice to go in without protection. Stacey trusted him based on other models she knew who had a working relationship with Miguel. Lori was another reason she put her faith in this man. The old woman was still known for being a queen maker among the remnants of the once prestigious glamour industry. Stacey was completely unaware of the true reason Lori linked her with Miguel. Beneath the professional photo sessions, the man ran a different kind of operation behind darkened curtains. It showed how little Lori viewed Stacey as a pawn to send her into the arms of a pimp.

Photoshoots were usually arranged in hotels along Ocean Drive. That made it easier for clients to step in and make deals blending in with the tourists outside. Lori didn't think twice about this decision. Stacey was one of the last models from back home she expected to come begging her for work. She wasn't Kelly. Not an A-list model who shined in the glorious spotlight of fame. Lori and Kelly went back a long way and had a tight bond. Stacey was just another girl who came and went through the magazine studios. There were dozens of girls like her. The ones who didn't make their income from FansOnly were now drifting, searching for work. Several had quietly turned to escorting under the radar. Lori didn't care to check into Stacey's recent past history. Now that she was meeting Miguel, the older woman would not tolerate a second visit from this woman. Whatever she chose to do with Miguel was entirely her decision. Stacey adjusted the black sunglasses over her eyes. She wore a pair of denim shorts and a white blouse. The front buttons were undone, revealing her heavy cleavage. Over her right arm was a black purse. Her black high-heel pumps boomed onto the wooden steps as she reached the door. Room 408. She glanced back at the streets and the view of pedestrians walking the sidewalks before raising her left hand and knocking a few times.

"Who's there?"

"It's me! Stacey! We talked on the phone last night."

The voice from the other side had a distinctive accent. On second guess, it didn't sound like Miguel.

"Your guest is here. I'm letting her in now."

Whoever the mystery man was, he opened the door and greeted Stacey with a friendly smile. He was tall with a slender build and a face sporting a five 'o clock shadow. Short black hair and brown eyes made for a friendly face. The way he looked back at her told a tale of a man who had seen much out of life. A long-sleeved white collared shirt covered his chest. The first few buttons were undone, revealing a hint of his tanned skin. A gold watch was clasped across his left wrist as the only piece of jewelry he wore. Below, he wore beige colored sacks and dark brown dress shoes. All that was missing was a jacket to make a proper suit.

"Hi there, are you Miss Poole?"

"Yes, are you one of the photographers?"

"No, my name is Jeremy. Jeremy Pasquini."

He extended his hand for her to shake. Stacey slipped off her sunglasses and then took his hand before entering the small hotel room. Her eyes glanced around the small room. The wallpaper was pink with white outlines around the door frames. A nod to the art deco neon and pastel colors of yesteryear's aesthetics. The hotel suite was two rooms. One bedroom and a living space. Jeremy shut the door behind her.

"Miguel is in the bathroom, he'll be with you in a moment."

Stacey nodded with a smile as she slipped her sunglasses into her purse. She noticed on the table sat the bags of camera equipment. They were already unzipped. A tripod stand was assembled completely out of position.

"Who are you? Do you work with Miguel?

Jeremy shook his head.

"No, I'm more of an associate. I know him and meet up every now and then. I met him in Italy last year."

"Is that where you're from?"

He smiled fully with a nod.

"Yes, I'm from Palermo. I currently have dual citizenship so I can go home when I want to. Listen, I know you're a glamour model from England. I do work online with influencers. Are you looking for a new agent or manager for your social media accounts?"

His question caught Stacey by surprise. Social media was not something she took into consideration at all. She didn't have a FansOnly account, otherwise a man like this could've helped her manage things. No real presence on social media made her feel obsolete at times compared to the new generation of models online. Jeremy was not a client here to pay for sex on behalf of Miguel. He understood the game the man played, keeping a distance from his business. Jeremy had his own reasons for infiltrating this specific meeting. He was looking for a model to be his next employer. Stacey could see the man was older, clearly in his early to mid-forties.

"I don't do anything with social media. The most I have is Twitter just to post a photo here and there."

Jeremy gazed back at her with a surprised expression.

"You don't use it to promote yourself?"

Stacey shook her head at him.

"What is there to promote? I don't get brand endorsements. I just do photoshoots. The business used to be better when we still had Page 3 and magazines. Are you familiar with them?"

"Yes, but that was a long time ago. Didn't they fold over a decade ago?"

The question was more of a factual statement that made Stacey uncomfortable. She struggled with adjusting to this new world. Even though it had been several years and money was drying up before the industry collapsed.

"I still get work. The world hasn't ended, you know?"

Her retort was more defensive. Jeremy didn't apologize. Instead, he simply nodded and walked to the door.

"Very well. I won't intrude on your decisions. Good luck with your photoshoot, Miss. Poole."

He opened the door and left. She found his behavior to be strange. Why was he even here? If he didn't work for Miguel, what was the point of this meeting? Jeremy Pasquini had a reputation in Miami as a strong persuader. He could smooth talk his way into situations where doors opened for potential friendships. Some for business and others for pleasure. He didn't play Miguel's game with pimping girls. The man was looking for work while in the United States. A model who could use his talents and connections to manage an influencer lifestyle on social media. While staying in Miami, he rented a mansion in Coconut Grove. There, he resided with a man he considered to be his pupil and shared a relationship with a recently retired British model. A special woman who had seemingly vanished in thin air from social media over a year ago. Few people knew what happened to Demi Rose Mawby. With an ass built for a king, she met an older man in Italy and fell in love. Jeremy protected her from men like Miguel Saint. Demi was done partying and living the careless, hedonistic lifestyle of her influencer days. Jeremy saw that as more of a reason to keep a close eye on her so she didn't fall back into old habits.

She had no plans of returning to the online world. From Demi's perspective, she had made her money and wanted to retire. As much as Jeremy enjoyed her company in bed, he knew that the day would arrive when he had to grant her freedom back into the wider world. Demi couldn't hide in Miami forever. She had already lived one hedonistic lifestyle and was ready to move on. Jeremy had his own reasons for wanting to leave Florida in the near future. When the day came, he knew he would have to break Demi's heart. But in the end, it would be the right thing to do. Once the time was right, he would send her back to England or Ibiza, wherever she believed that her future was brighter. For the time being, he was happy to watch over her. Meeting Stacey had been a disappointment, but there was no reason to give up. Jeremy was confident he would meet someone out here who needed a social media manager. Rumors had swirled for the past several days that another English glamour model was living in Miami. One of far more fame and prestige than Stacey. Jeremy wondered if it could be true that Kelly Brook was living in the same city as him. If so, how could they cross paths in the near future?

Back in the hotel, Miguel Saint emerged from the bathroom in a purple shirt and black pants. He introduced himself to Stacey with a handshake. Similar to the other man, he was skinny with slicked black hair. A black mustache and stubble around his chin to go with his dark eyes. Miguel had the kind of face that Stacey found to be unforgettable. By the time they began a series of discussions regarding the photography session, Jeremy was long gone. Charming and all the more eager to get down to business, Miguel let Stacey lead him on the specifics of what she wanted for this photoshoot. They had already agreed that much of the photos would be topless and then completely nude. She joked that she wore her favorite pair of black pumps to keep on her feet. Miguel liked that about her. She carried herself with a confidence he enjoyed seeing in a woman in her late thirties. A strong first impression was cemented within minutes. Stacey claimed to have a high level of respect for photographers who didn't require the aid of an assistant on hand. That made Miguel laugh. Whether it was a jab at Jeremy or not, the man had a good chuckle. Something told him that she would be an easy model to work with. Miguel could already imagine introducing her to men with deep pockets in clubs across town.

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2 HOURS LATER

"Nice and steady. There we go."

Miguel spoke while holding the camera with both hands. With her arms raised, Stacy slid her fingers through curls of hair. She gazed back into the lens, topless in all of her natural beauty. Gold hoops dangled from her ears. The small addition of jewelry was something she kept inside her purse until the shoot. They had been snapping photographs for a few hours. A short break in between to enjoy lunch together. It was there that he decided to pay her in advance. All cash. Crisp, clean hundred-dollar bills in a briefcase. Stacey found his choice of payment to come in style, invoking her curiosity. What was this man hiding underneath it all? When they resumed the photoshoot, she came to see the effect she had on him. The bulge in the front of his pants was impossible to ignore by the time she stripped completely. Only the pumps remained on her feet, hiding the sight of her toes. In the bedroom, she spread out across black blankets. Miguel utilized the lights from a nearby window to cast a glow across her skin. From the bed, he guided her into several poses. Stacey had the privilege of choosing her own. Each time, she kept a keen eye on the bulge in the front of his pants. It brought great pride to her seeing the effect she had on this man.

"How many shots are we up to now?"

"I wasn't keeping track. As far as I know, we're over a hundred and twenty."

"Could be more if you are snapping in black-and-white."

"That will be for the post-processing edits afterwards."

"Ah, yes. Digital photography editing must be so much easier for guys like you."

"It's better when you know the pretty lady you're looking at."

She grinned at his flattering remark. Miguel lowered the digital camera and adjusted the lens. He stood in front of the bed as she moved on her knees and pressed her hands against her giant breasts. Pushing them together, she teased him. The slight movement of her chest distracted his sight away from the camera.

"What do you think of these? Give me an honest answer."

"An honest answer? Do you have a specific definition of that?"

The smirk across her lips grew wider before Stacey replied.

"I want a true opinion. Don't give me the nice guy act. Speak your mind, no matter how dirty your thoughts maybe be."

"Nice guys finish last is what I always say."

As she laughed, Miguel turned his back to her and sat the camera down on a nearby chair close to the bed.

"What do you think of my tits? I'll ask you more bluntly this time. Tell me with honesty. Do my tits give you dirty thoughts?"

Turning his head, Miguel smirked at her. He nodded before replying to her filthy questions.

"Your tits are amazing. Big, natural and beautiful. The only thing that would make them better is if a cock was stuffed between them."

Blinking her eyes, Stacey gasped. Miguel continued.

"You asked for honesty, so there you go."

His mind was racing at the possibilities. There were wealthy men across town who would pay a fortune to play with her breasts. She was strong-willed and seemed to be the type of woman who was hungry for cash. Miguel pointed down at the floor, gesturing for her to kneel before him.

"Come here. Down on your knees for me."

"That's where you want me holding my tits?"

"Yes."

Stacey was already completely naked and in the mood to get down and dirty. Slowly, she raised herself off the bed while still cupping her massive breasts. Her knees sank down into the carpet floor as he moved in front of her. If only he had been holding the camera now, Miguel had a perfect shot of her deep brown eyes gazing up at him. The first person perspective that made a photograph all the more personal for a social media post. Stacey jiggled her tits in her hands before raising her right arm. She used her left forearm to wrap around her tits, creating the handbra pose, while her right hand fingers played with the zipper of his pants. His shoes sat on the floor. Nothing to get in the way for her to get his pants and underwear down.

"You want to see what's waiting for you in there?"

She nodded to him.

"Go ahead. Take off my pants and get it harder."

Licking her lips now that permission was granted, Stacey obeyed. She kept her left arm pushed against her tits, holding them up as she unbuttoned the front of his pants and slid the zipper down. Miguel helped her, shoving his underwear down with his pants. What he didn't tell her was that this was a test. If she could suck and tittyfuck like his other girls, he knew he had a winner and a potential new escort. She already demonstrated a level of desperation that made him believe she was eager enough to make better money. Now was the time to see if her lustful appetite coincided with her ambitions. Dirty women were the only kind that Miguel kept as company. Stacey wrapped her fingers around his dick and began jerking it with her right hand as she licked her lips a second time. Miguel moaned at the feeling of her soft touch.

"You like that? You like how I'm jerking you off?"

"Yes, but I feel that you can do more than that."

"Oh, trust me. This is only the start. I haven't fucked a photographer in years. You're one lucky man, Mr Saint."

With a swift wink of the left eye, Stacey parted her lips and kissed the tip. Her fingers slid to the base of his cock before letting go. She pressed both hands against his legs to steady herself as she sank half the length between her lips. 'Mmmmmmmmmm,' a subtle, muffled moan to begin. Miguel watched her, quietly observing every passing second. She had no idea that this was a test. The prelude for grand plans beyond their organized photoshoot. Stacey maintained eye contact. Miguel liked that. The sign of a woman who knew how to satisfy men and make the experience all more personal. She finally shut her eyes after pushing the head to the back of her throat. Slowly, she deepthroated the entire length. Pulling back, she kept only the tip in her mouth and went back down again. Miguel hummed under his breath, moaning softly. Would he put his hands in her hair and take control? Stacey thought to herself. So far, she was testing him. To see what kind of man he was in this lustful game. She could never guess that he was doing the same to her. When she released his cock from her mouth, a saliva string dangled from the tip back to her open mouth. She broke it with the flick of her tongue and gripped his cock tightly with her right hand.

"You have experience with that mouth of yours."

"Mmmmmhhhhhhmmmmmm. When I get in the mood, I can give head better than most models you've seen topless."

Miguel chuckled as she stroked his wet dick. Her thumb brushed against the bulging head, and she pressed down over the slit hole. When her fingers slid back down, she grinned at him.

"I know what you're thinking. You want to know if I can give titwanks as good as I can give head? Don't worry. I'll show you when I'm ready. Just give me a few moments."

Clearly not ready for the next phase, Stacey wanted his cock drenched in her saliva. Only then would he be ready for a proper titfuck with busty natural chest. She tested the slickness with her sliding fingers and pushed it back into her mouth. Her slender fingers slid down to the base as Stacey bobbed her head up and down. She released her fingers to deepthroat the entire thick length again, pushing every last inch down her throat. Miguel grunted.

"Amazing."

Not expecting him to utter a word of praise like that, Stacey sucked the entire length longer. His balls rubbed against her chin until she pulled back and let his cock slide out of her mouth. Drenched in saliva with several tiny strings dangling back until she flicked her tongue to break them. She took one glance at his shaft and decided it was soaked enough. Miguel watched as she gripped both of those great, big tits. Lifting them up, Stacey pulled apart to shove his cock directly between them.

"Ohhhhhhh, yes... There we go."

He moaned out the words with a subtle hiss. Stacey paid no attention to the sound of his voice as she flexed her elbows. Both tits pressed together with his cock buried between them. She waited for a moment, just to see if he would take charge and thrust forward. Stacey waited a full three seconds. When he chose not to thrust forward, she decided to do the work for him. She moaned softly while pumping her tits up and down. Miguel let out a sigh of pleasure and spoke.

"You know how to work them."

Stacey giggled as she looked up at him.

"Is that how you like it?"

Miguel nodded as she continued to pump her tits at a slow pace.

"Yeah, keep going. Work those tits some more."

After the order, Stacey followed instructions. She figured if he wanted her to go slower or faster, the man would speak up again. Miguel left her to do all the work tittyfucking him at her own pace. Up and down she worked her tits in a steady rhythm. Breaking eye contact, she glanced down to watch the head poking up and spit on it. Her tongue darted out, letting the tip strike across the head when it pushed up. Stacey did this until she felt his first thrust. Raising her head, she grinned as Miguel began fucking her tits.

"That's more like it. I prefer the man to do the work fucking my tits."

They shared a laugh from that comment. The way his eyes studied her face, Stacey felt as if he were searching for something. This entire act was more of a test than anything regarding his personal pleasure. Stacey glanced down again and spit on the tip as it pushed up. Miguel took his time with slow thrusts.

"I love doing this, mmmmmmmmm. It feels so good."

Quick to admit her kink to him, Stacey bit her lower lip and gazed up into his eyes. With every thrust, a smile slowly formed across her lips.

"Fuck my tits."

Miguel dropped the observation act. With how easy she was, he already had a good feeling about Stacey's future working for him. His own pleasure was all he thought about now as he continued to pump his cock between her breasts. When he grunted, she giggled at him and glanced down to spit on the head again.

"Are you close? I want to make you blow a big load for me."

"Yes! Ohhhh, yes! I'm getting there!"

Laughing louder, Stacey regained control by rocking her chest forward. Miguel stopped thrusting and let her take over from there. If she truly wanted to make his cock erupt, he trusted that she could do it herself. Pumping harder and faster, she bit her lower lip as his face muscles twitched and scrunched up. A pulse was felt from his shaft from between her tits. Stacey believed that was the sign of his impending release. She pulled her tits apart and quickly caught his dick with her right hand. Her left arm wrapped underneath her tits, propping them up. Miguel watched her slide his dick across her right areola. Tap. Tap. Tap. The sound was heard loudly in the root as she smacked the head of his cock against her hardened nipple. When she squeezed it again, Stacey felt the throbbing pulse as his dick exploded. A thick line of cum splattered across her right tit. She moved it slightly to make sure both her tits could be properly drenched. Thick ropes of gooey semen streaked across both her tits. One after the other to make five complete lines.

"Look at all that hot cum all over these tits. Ohhhhh, yeah. This is how I like to celebrate a successful session."

Out of breath and completely spent, Miguel let out a sigh. Stacey let go of his cock and then moved both hands beneath her tits. She gazed into his eyes and jiggled them with a smirk across her face. Miguel was pleased with her efforts beyond the photoshoot. Stacey proved herself to have more talents than simply posing for camera angles. He grinned at her before exhaling a deep breath. The word 'session' would carry a whole different meaning for her in the near future.

TO BE CONTINUED

[Aarmax]

Amazing chapter. Love the ladies interactions with the men.