Hey everyone! I had been thinking about writing my first story for a long time so I finally went ahead and did it. Here's part 1, hope you enjoy it! There's much more to come.
The Perfect Shot
It was seven minutes past 9 in the morning. Groggily, Jessica rolled out of bed and tapped her phone. The snooze was silenced, the sun shone bright, and the slender, sexy model stood to face a new day. As she drew back the curtains to let some light in, she found herself faced with a difficult dilemma: she was supposed to meet for a shoot at 10 AM, but the photographer was halfway across town and she had overslept. If only there was some way she could make it worth his while to come to her...
With a swift flick of her hair, the Italian beauty turned back to her phone and picked it up. Her freshly done magenta nails clicked and clacked the screen as she frantically dialed the number of her photographer, Sebastian Stone.
“You’ve reached The Stone’s phone, leave a message and I’ll call back later. Probably” was all Jessica heard.
“Hiii Sebastian, so so sorry to tell you this” Jessica said, putting on her most apologetic and flirtatious tone, “but I overslept and now I can’t make it to the shoot! If there was anyway you could come to me so I had time to do my hair, and do my makeup, and get myself nice and pretty for you, I would be suuuper grateful for it. Thanks!”
With one last clack of her thumb she hung up and started getting ready, certain the mouse would take the cheese. She undressed from her sleep shirt and tossed it into the laundry basket, her DD size beasts jiggling in the morning sun. She slipped out of her panties and grazed her freshly-waxed pussy. Lingering there for a moment, she toyed with herself, before finally heading into the shower.
When she got in, she began sensually scrubbing away all the sweat from night before. It had been one of the hottest nights of the summer, and her body had not been exempt from the heat. All night, sweat was beading down her breasts. And sure, she liked rubbing them dry, but after a while it just got annoying. She shampooed, conditioned, and scrub-a-dub-dubbed her thick ass squeaky clean. As she was cleaning her waist and hips with soap, she found herself once again touching her pussy.
She smiled, took her hand away, and finished showering.
When she got out, she heard a buzzing from her phone. She walked over, soaking wet, to check it out:
Sebastian Stone - 3 missed calls.
She bit her lip in excitement. Her plan had worked perfectly. She picked up her phone and waited, her wet hair dripping down her back. As she predicted, the phone began to ring once more.
“Hello?” She asked, with a snarky tone
“Hey, Jessica, I’ve been trying to reach you. I got your message, you want me to come now?”
She bit her lip again. Was he so stupid he didn’t get it? She decided to spell it out for him.
“Listen, Sebastian, you interrupted my shower. Of course I meant come over now.”
“Oh, yeah, that’s what I thought. I’ll be there in 15.”
Her heart began pounding. Her hand was on her clit. But she couldn’t let him know how excited she was to see him.
“Good. Just buzz up when you get here, and we can get to work.“
She hung up the phone and let out a sigh of ecstasy and relief. She immediately began drying her hair and the rest of her body. She wanted to look GOOD. She dried her hair the best she could and brushed her long, wavy locks perfectly. Then she checked her face-perfect as always. You see, Jessica’s secret as a model was that she didn’t use makeup-she was so beautiful that she didn’t need it. All that was left was the outfit. She picked up a pair of sexy thin yoga pants and slipped into them, forgetting to put on panties first. For her shirt, she grabbed a tight red tank top, and she flicked her nipples to make sure they stood out. She heard the buzz of the landline and knew he had arrived. She answered:
“I’m here” he said, out of breath.
“Come right in” she whispered.
She sat down on the ottoman in front of her bed, legs crossed, chest up, pussy trembling, waiting for Sebastian to come up.
After about a minute of waiting, she heard three small knocks on the door.
“It’s open” she exclaimed, a bit too loud
The door swung open, and standing in the doorway was the hottest photographer in town, Sebastian Stone. He had been photographing wildlife in the Sahara for the better part of the last year, and just seeing him again made Jessica as wet as she had ever been. It had been too long since they had seen each other. She needed this man to fuck her brains out. He took off his sunglasses and flashed his suave, brilliant, charming smile, only for it to it turn into a frown of confusion. Jessica, perturbed, stood.
“What’s wrong?” She asked, with innocent eyes.
“My god, Jessica, you’re, you’re, huge!!”
Normally, that kind of comment would piss off a woman like Jessica. But as she looked where he pointed, her anger faded and she realized she had made a grave mistake. In all his time away, Jessica had forgotten to tell him.
She was pregnant.
She wasn’t just pregnant with one baby, either. The last time they had fucked, Sebastian’s huge shot of cum had knocked her up twice over. She was pregnant with twins.
“You should never call a woman fat, you know” She snapped, horny and annoyed all at once.
“You’re…pregnant?” Sebastian stuttered, somehow still unsure of what was going on.
“Of course I’m pregnant, you big dumb idiot, did you think I just decided to gain 50 pounds for fun?”
“Well, who’s is it?” Sebastian managed, seeming more nervous by the second.
Jessica flashed her devious, perfect smile and stood. She began walking towards him.
“Whose do you think, Stone? Only someone like you could get me this knocked up!”
She reached down and unzipped his pants. With one swift motion, she undid his belt and dropped his pants, only leaving his briefs in her way. She gently glided to her knees and began sliding her fingers under his waistband.
“Wait, Jess, I’m not so sure this is a good idea. You’ve gotta be like 40 weeks already.”
She stood to meet his eyes, her belly nudging his bulge on the way up.
“That’s what everyone else thinks, too. Nobody ever believes me. These babies might already be 8 pounds each, but I’m only 30 weeks along. The doctor I’m a very impressive woman. So I’ve still got a long way to go in this pregnancy. So, now I need my baby daddy to do what he does best."
She moved her hands back down to his crotch...
"Fuck me"
...And ripped his underwear right off.
To be continued…
Thanks so much for reading!
The Perfect Shot
It was seven minutes past 9 in the morning. Groggily, Jessica rolled out of bed and tapped her phone. The snooze was silenced, the sun shone bright, and the slender, sexy model stood to face a new day. As she drew back the curtains to let some light in, she found herself faced with a difficult dilemma: she was supposed to meet for a shoot at 10 AM, but the photographer was halfway across town and she had overslept. If only there was some way she could make it worth his while to come to her...
With a swift flick of her hair, the Italian beauty turned back to her phone and picked it up. Her freshly done magenta nails clicked and clacked the screen as she frantically dialed the number of her photographer, Sebastian Stone.
“You’ve reached The Stone’s phone, leave a message and I’ll call back later. Probably” was all Jessica heard.
“Hiii Sebastian, so so sorry to tell you this” Jessica said, putting on her most apologetic and flirtatious tone, “but I overslept and now I can’t make it to the shoot! If there was anyway you could come to me so I had time to do my hair, and do my makeup, and get myself nice and pretty for you, I would be suuuper grateful for it. Thanks!”
With one last clack of her thumb she hung up and started getting ready, certain the mouse would take the cheese. She undressed from her sleep shirt and tossed it into the laundry basket, her DD size beasts jiggling in the morning sun. She slipped out of her panties and grazed her freshly-waxed pussy. Lingering there for a moment, she toyed with herself, before finally heading into the shower.
When she got in, she began sensually scrubbing away all the sweat from night before. It had been one of the hottest nights of the summer, and her body had not been exempt from the heat. All night, sweat was beading down her breasts. And sure, she liked rubbing them dry, but after a while it just got annoying. She shampooed, conditioned, and scrub-a-dub-dubbed her thick ass squeaky clean. As she was cleaning her waist and hips with soap, she found herself once again touching her pussy.
She smiled, took her hand away, and finished showering.
When she got out, she heard a buzzing from her phone. She walked over, soaking wet, to check it out:
Sebastian Stone - 3 missed calls.
She bit her lip in excitement. Her plan had worked perfectly. She picked up her phone and waited, her wet hair dripping down her back. As she predicted, the phone began to ring once more.
“Hello?” She asked, with a snarky tone
“Hey, Jessica, I’ve been trying to reach you. I got your message, you want me to come now?”
She bit her lip again. Was he so stupid he didn’t get it? She decided to spell it out for him.
“Listen, Sebastian, you interrupted my shower. Of course I meant come over now.”
“Oh, yeah, that’s what I thought. I’ll be there in 15.”
Her heart began pounding. Her hand was on her clit. But she couldn’t let him know how excited she was to see him.
“Good. Just buzz up when you get here, and we can get to work.“
She hung up the phone and let out a sigh of ecstasy and relief. She immediately began drying her hair and the rest of her body. She wanted to look GOOD. She dried her hair the best she could and brushed her long, wavy locks perfectly. Then she checked her face-perfect as always. You see, Jessica’s secret as a model was that she didn’t use makeup-she was so beautiful that she didn’t need it. All that was left was the outfit. She picked up a pair of sexy thin yoga pants and slipped into them, forgetting to put on panties first. For her shirt, she grabbed a tight red tank top, and she flicked her nipples to make sure they stood out. She heard the buzz of the landline and knew he had arrived. She answered:
“I’m here” he said, out of breath.
“Come right in” she whispered.
She sat down on the ottoman in front of her bed, legs crossed, chest up, pussy trembling, waiting for Sebastian to come up.
After about a minute of waiting, she heard three small knocks on the door.
“It’s open” she exclaimed, a bit too loud
The door swung open, and standing in the doorway was the hottest photographer in town, Sebastian Stone. He had been photographing wildlife in the Sahara for the better part of the last year, and just seeing him again made Jessica as wet as she had ever been. It had been too long since they had seen each other. She needed this man to fuck her brains out. He took off his sunglasses and flashed his suave, brilliant, charming smile, only for it to it turn into a frown of confusion. Jessica, perturbed, stood.
“What’s wrong?” She asked, with innocent eyes.
“My god, Jessica, you’re, you’re, huge!!”
Normally, that kind of comment would piss off a woman like Jessica. But as she looked where he pointed, her anger faded and she realized she had made a grave mistake. In all his time away, Jessica had forgotten to tell him.
She was pregnant.
She wasn’t just pregnant with one baby, either. The last time they had fucked, Sebastian’s huge shot of cum had knocked her up twice over. She was pregnant with twins.
“You should never call a woman fat, you know” She snapped, horny and annoyed all at once.
“You’re…pregnant?” Sebastian stuttered, somehow still unsure of what was going on.
“Of course I’m pregnant, you big dumb idiot, did you think I just decided to gain 50 pounds for fun?”
“Well, who’s is it?” Sebastian managed, seeming more nervous by the second.
Jessica flashed her devious, perfect smile and stood. She began walking towards him.
“Whose do you think, Stone? Only someone like you could get me this knocked up!”
She reached down and unzipped his pants. With one swift motion, she undid his belt and dropped his pants, only leaving his briefs in her way. She gently glided to her knees and began sliding her fingers under his waistband.
“Wait, Jess, I’m not so sure this is a good idea. You’ve gotta be like 40 weeks already.”
She stood to meet his eyes, her belly nudging his bulge on the way up.
“That’s what everyone else thinks, too. Nobody ever believes me. These babies might already be 8 pounds each, but I’m only 30 weeks along. The doctor I’m a very impressive woman. So I’ve still got a long way to go in this pregnancy. So, now I need my baby daddy to do what he does best."
She moved her hands back down to his crotch...
"Fuck me"
...And ripped his underwear right off.
To be continued…
Thanks so much for reading!
