It was Dallas and I was broke. I had lost my last job and needed cash just to survive. I was 24 at the time and becoming desperate. I needed money quick, so I started looking at ads on Craigslist and actually looked at some ads in porn magazines. I hadn’t done anything like that, but had seen some, and I was probably a little naive about the whole thing.

I came across a strange ad posted by two men who were looking for someone to pose for pictures. The pictures were to be of me, taken by one of the men who was a photographer, while the second man painted something like a tramp stamp tattoo on my lower back. They were offering $50 for the session. I really needed money and this didn’t sound so bad. At least painting was not a real tattoo. And at this time, years ago, I was generally making only 5 or 6 dollars an hour. Knowing what I know now, I should have known it was not as simple as it sounded.

I discussed it with them and they sounded genuine, or at least as genuine as I could verify considering how broke I was and how quickly I did it. I wasn’t dating anyone at that time, although I had been dating and going out. I was a little plumper than I wanted to be and probably didn’t give off a self-confident vibe. That was probably affecting my chances for dating. I hoped these two guys were happy with me.

I went to the location they gave me and it was in a non-descript strip mall where there were several small offices. I went to the address I was given and knocked. The door was answered by a man who looked to be in his 50s. He was going grey and looked a little out of shape. He had a camera around his neck. He invited me in and when I entered I saw the other man, who must be the artist. He looked to be probably only in his 40s. He was still in pretty good shape and nice looking.

When I entered, they looked me over and I could tell they were happy with what they saw, which I took as a good sign. I had decided to dress up a little, so I had worn a halfway decent blouse, skirt, and low heels. They both introduced themselves (though I cannot remember their names at this point). The area was a fairly wide open space and there were no windows. There was a small office over to the right. In the middle of the open office was a tripod for the camera.

Since I can’t remember their names, I’ll give them the short names John and Bob. John will be the younger painter and Bob the older photographer.

Bob told me about the painting of the tattoo. It would be on my lower back where tramp stamps had become popular. They would not be using anything permanent, so it would stay for a while after it dried, but most of it would wash off after a couple of showers. He would take photographs of the progression of the job until it was complete.

Then Bob handed me a medical-like smock. “Here, put this on. It will leave the back available so we can just undo the tie and John can paint on you. Take off all your clothes except for the smock so we don’t get any paint on them.” He looked down at my feet and continued, “But leave the heels on. It will look good in the photos.”

I looked at him. He wanted me naked under the smock. I was desperate for money and not a prude so I was willing to do this, but at an additional cost. “You want me naked with just the smock and the heels?”

“Yes, is that a problem?” Bob seemed a little nervous, probably afraid that I would run away.

“No, not for $75.” I upped the amount. I needed the money and I wasn’t a prude.

Bob looked over at John and grinned. “No problem.”

The way they said that, I should have asked for more. They seemed happy to pay the $75.

I took one more look at them and went into the office. I looked at the smock. It was a short, tie in the back, cotton gown, just like in a hospital. But it seemed pretty short and fairly thin. I thought about it and realized I was a little apprehensive, but also a little excited by all this. I would be almost naked in front of two older men. I smiled and quickly changed into it. It really didn’t close very well in the back, but I tied it the best that I could. It only had three ties. Then I walked out. I knew that my butt would be showing a little and that they would be able to see my nice tits pushing against the front and that just made me more excited. I grinned.

Bob and John both smiled when I returned. Bob said, “Excellent!”

There was a small table with two chairs that had been placed in the middle of the room. Bob motioned me over. “Stand here, just behind the chair and lean over it so that it provides John a nice canvas of your back for the painting.”

I looked at it and realized I was going to provide them quite a look at my ass and legs in that position. John was going to have to untie the smock at my waist to paint my lower back. I took a deep breath and realized that I was more excited by this prospect than I had thought. My nipples perked up. I walked to the chair, took a deep breath, and leaned over the back of the low chair. I was able to do it easily.

Once I was in position, I realized that I was pretty well exposed and I was starting to feel turned on.

“You have a beautiful ass, Lisa.” It was Bob talking.

“Thank you.”

“You are actually a pretty young woman.”

“Thanks.”

“Let me get some initial photographs, John, and then you can start work.”

I tried to steady myself with my hands on the seat of the chair, but I was both excited and a little scared, so I was afraid I might start shaking. I heard the click of the nice camera and then I felt John behind me.

“I’m just going to open the smock to get to your back.”

John untied the smock bow low on my waist and I felt it part and fall open baring me from the waist down. They could already see my ass, but I felt more naked now. The smock was open and was only held in place by the bows in the middle of my back and at my neck. I was getting more excited at the thought that two strange older men were staring at my naked ass.

“May I position your feet for the photos?” Bob asks me.

“Sure.” I was more excited than scared now. I wanted them to see me.

Bob took that as approval to work on me. He pushed lightly on my ankles, guiding me to lift my feet and move them apart. I did so and I heard the camera clicking away. I knew they could see my pussy from behind now. I was feeling horny now.

John then started painting on my back. “Arch your back just a little to make the place where I am painting very flat and horizontal to the ground.” John untied the tie in the middle of my back and when he did, he ran his hand down my back and over my ass. I trembled a little.

I arched my back and now I knew they had a great view of my pussy. I hadn’t planned on this, so it was a bit of a jungle down there. I hadn’t even shaved for a bikini in a little while and I had never shaved completely at this point in my life.

Then I fell John untying the last bow at my neck. The smock dropped away and I could almost hear the grins of the two. I had pretty big tits and now they could see everything. I felt John put a hand on my back just above where he was painting. “Don’t move right now.”

Then I felt Bob crawling between my legs. Oh my god, he’s crawling between my legs to take pictures of my pussy from underneath me. And I was getting wet. I was a little surprised at my response, but I felt very sexy, alluring, and I wanted them to look at all of me. I wanted them to want me.

Bob stopped taking pictures for a minute and said, “Lisa, I think you have a very sexy, beautiful, and hairy pussy.”

My pussy clenched at that. I got even wetter and was now hoping that something else would happen. I was horny enough to proceed with where I thought this was going.

More pictures were taken and then John seemed to stop painting. I could hear strange sounds and I realized that he may be taking his pants off.

Then I felt a hand on my ankle. Bob wrapped his right hand around my left ankle and moved it lightly up and down. I think he was testing me and I just moaned lightly. He took that as an assent to what he was doing.

The hand moved slowly up my leg and I was waiting in anticipation for something to happen now. I have totally forgotten the painting of my tramp stamp and I can feel the heat rising in my body. I felt Bob shift a little and then there was a light kiss on my inner thigh. I moaned at that and I think they knew at that point that I was okay with everything that was happening.

I was anticipating the next move when John leaned over, turned my head to the side, and kissed me. He also reached under me and grabbed my left tit. It was a handful and I could tell he liked it. I then felt Bob’s tongue. Oh, god, he was licking along the outside lips of my pussy. Now my senses were in overload. My breath started coming faster as Bob started on my pussy, John was still kissing me and playing with my tits, and I wanted both of them.

“Oh, god.” I muttered this between John’s kisses and moaned as Bob ate me out.

This lasted for quite some time. John and I kissed as he felt my tits and lightly pulled on my nipples. I was wet when Bob started and as he licked me I became soaked. He started really paying attention to my pussy after a minute. He tongue-fucked me, then licked up through my pussy to my clit and gave it some light sucks. I was in heaven. And then he did the entire thing again as John continued to kiss me, suck on my tongue and play with my tits. I was in sensory overload.

I was breathing hard and squirming as Bob held me by my ass and wouldn’t stop eating my pussy. And it wasn’t long before I was lightly grunting into John’s mouth and humping Bob’s face. John pulled back a little and watched me close my eyes and jerk hard at Bob’s ministrations. He wouldn’t stop eating my pussy and kept my pussy pulled against his mouth with his hands pulling me tightly against him by my ass. My knees almost buckled and I was trembling as I came on his face. Bob kept it up, getting little spasms out of me as he kept contact with my sensitive pussy.

John then stopped kissing me. “Is Bob good at eating pussy?”

“Fuck, yes.” I was ready for anything at this point. I was moaning constantly from the tongue-lashing that Bob was giving me.

John grinned, took my hand, and led me to a small loveseat that I had not seen in my initial perusal. He pulled me over there, sat down, and then sat me next to him. I didn’t resist, just went with the flow at this point.

I then noticed that, without getting up, Bob had crawled over from where we were before to get between my legs again. This time Bob just took my legs in his hand and spread them wide. My sopping pussy lips spread open, giving them both a good look at the inner pink hole.

Bob looked up at both of us and spoke to me. “Your pussy is so wet. It’s so wet and sweet. I want more.” And he dove back in and started eating my pussy again. I threw my head back and moaned, “Oh, fuck,” but then John turned my head toward him. His cock was indeed out and he started pulling me down for a blowjob.

I took a look at his pretty nice cock and leaned over toward it. I wrapped my hand around it and looked up at John before I started sucking. “Mmmm,”

I then wrapped my lips around it and started sucking. John put his hand on my head and guided me. It was a good size for me and I could suck it without being choked.

Bob just kept eating my pussy and brought me to a couple more orgasms. I couldn’t stop cumming and every time I would pull of John’s cock and moan my way through it. John would patiently wait for me to return to sucking his cock, but I knew he wouldn’t wait forever to fuck me.

“You like sucking cock, Lisa?” John was talking dirty, which I was finding out I liked.

“Mmmmm.” John kept me from coming off this cock so that’s all I could get out.

This was the first time in my life that I was playing with two men, sucking one’s cock while the other ate my pussy. It was fucking amazing and I loved it.

This only went on for a couple of minutes and even though I had a couple of orgasms, I was ready for more. This was turning out to be a highlight of my life.

Then John pulled me off his cock and sat back.

“Sit on my cock and fuck me, beautiful.” I stood up and Bob dropped back onto his haunches. I stood up and turned to sit on John’s cock. He turned me to face away from him and guided me back onto his lap. I held his cock in place as I sat down.

I slowly lowered myself onto it and felt it penetrate my very wet pussy. “Oh, yes. Oh, my. That feels good.” It felt so good to sit on a cock and fuck.

I looked at Bob who grinned and then knelt before me as I started to fuck John. “You have such a pretty, wet pussy and you have gorgeous tits.” He leaned in and captured my right nipple. I moaned and steadied myself a little as John started thrusting up into me. Bob kept licking; first my right tit and then my left. He kissed me on the mouth and it felt amazing to be getting fucked by one guy while another licked and sucked my tits and then kissed me. I was feeling a very strong orgasm coming on and I was relishing it.

“Keep playing with my nipples, Bob.”

Bob pulled back and looked directly into my eyes and starting playing with my tits, lightly pinching and pulling on the nipples. I started letting out little grunts as I got close to my orgasm.

I closed my eyes, let myself feel each thrust as his cock went deep into my pussy and hit hard up against my clit. Bob kept playing with my tits and John was fucking me hard. I just kept my eyes closed and reveled in the stimulation of my body. I started breathing really hard as I neared a big orgasm. I opened my eyes and Bob grabbed my head and started directly into my eyes as John fucked me. I was almost panting with anticipation and Bob was grinning as he watched what I was feeling as I got close.

Suddenly I was there. I came all over John’s cock, shutting my eyes and throwing my head back as I did. I was moaning loudly at this point and couldn’t stop cumming on John’s cock. John kept fucking me and Bob went back to teasing my nipples, prolonging my orgasm. They kept me cumming for a long time, my body racked with spasms, and it had been a while since I had had that good an orgasm.

When I was done I opened my eyes and looked at Bob “Jesus,” was all I could say. My body was one big nerve by now, feeling every little touch. Bob had his camera up and was standing there with his cock out and taking pictures of me and John! It actually turned me on and I made sure we looked good as I continued to bounce on his cock.

I also realized, as I finally thought about what was happening and my body took a break from the continuing orgasms, that the way they handled me showed me their distinct personalities. John wanted me for his personal use. He just wanted to fuck me and to have me suck his cock. Bob, on the other hand, wanted me to feel what he was doing. He ate my pussy and gave me orgasms and enjoyed doing it. He really liked playing with my body and seeing me react to what he was doing. He liked pleasing me.

Now John was getting close so he grabbed my hips and starting bouncing me up and down, fucking me hard, looking to cum in me. It felt like his dick was getting harder and bigger as he got close. I let him fuck me.

“Fuck me hard, John. Cum in me. C’mon, John, fuck me!”

Bob took a couple more pictures, then moved close to me and started stroking himself.

“Look at my hard cock,” Bob said, so I did. “It’s so hard because you have a delicious pussy, great tits, and love to fuck. I am going to cum all over those great tits while John fucks you.”

John suddenly spoke. “I’m going to cum in your cunt. Ugh!” I could feel his cock being buried deep in me as he came. He started filling me up. “Oh, fuck, your pussy is milking me so good.”

I could feel his cock thrusting into me and the sudden additional wetness that had filled my pussy and was running out of it onto his cock and balls. I was enjoying that when suddenly Bob announced his cum.

“Here it comes. I’m going to cover your tits.” And he did. Bob spurted several times, covering my tits with his thick, creamy cum. It was very warm and started dripping down my body. Everyone was very still now as both the guys had finished and given me all their cum. I was breathing hard, trying to catch my breath.

Bob moved back and took a couple more pictures of me sitting on John’s cock with cum dripping down my tits and across my belly and a big mess of it running out of my pussy and onto John below me.

Finally, I stood up and reached for John’s t-shirt. It was laying on the arm of the loveseat. I picked it up and made a show of wiping my dripping pussy and then my chest of all their cum. I then tossed the shirt onto the floor and went to get my clothes.

“Nice job, guys. I can’t wait to see the pictures.” I dressed and left, realizing that I might have to do that kind of modeling again.

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