One of the young assistants on set is walking me down the hall from hair and makeup to the studio. I step inside and try to calm my nerves. I’ve been modeling for years, but I’ve never done something like this. Being asked to shoot for Playboy magazine is a huge step for my career.

I take a deep breath when I see the private studio is replicated into a beautiful and cozy bedroom. The design is elaborate and elevated Bedding I wish I could afford myself, a beautiful dresser vanity, a cozy side chair. The way I’m dressed matches perfectly: a cropped white sweater, lying over a scalloped lace- trimmed bra. Matching lace boy shorts. My long legs dressed in nude stockings, and white heels. And of course matching white bunny ears. I spent hours in hair and makeup, polishing every inch of my body, and I’ve never felt more beautiful. Or seductive.

The assistant introduces us, the photographer, and I internally groan. A lethally sexy body wearing baggy jeans and a tight T shirt, and the face of an angel. Blue eyes and a scruffy beard. A shock of desire flows through me when you firmly shake my hand: strong and commanding. You direct me over to our makeshift bedroom and point out all the different elements to use before getting on the bed.

We start with some test shots. You’re managing the lighting and camera from a laptop on your desk while I try to shake out my nerves. I wasn’t expecting so many people to be buzzing around me: adjusting the bottoms of my panties, angling the lights, retouching my hair and make up.

We start off on the lounge chair. You come close to sit on the bed while I make myself comfortable. One hand grabbing the back of the chair while one leg kneels on the cushion and the other is anchored on the floor. Giving you a bright smile. Flirting with the camera. My free hand brushing my lips, tossing my long blonde hair, hooking into the waistband of my tiny boy shorts. “Yes, perfect.” Your sexy voice guides me through my nerves.

It takes me a minute to figure out everyone else has gone away, and it’s just you and me on set. The way I normally prefer working with a photographer, but today-with you- it’s definitely more of a challenge. I blush every time you adjust me: brushing my hair over my shoulder, hitching my sweater higher from behind, knocking my knees a little wider.

You pull your camera away show me what you see. Flipping through the photos of the sexy seductress in my place, flawlessly teasing you and the camera. Your sexy eyes burn into mine when you whisper, “This is perfect, don’t loose this.” I nod and bite my lip, resuming our work. My shyness is gone when I hook my thumb into the waistband of my panties and pull downward, looking straight into the camera. So slowly. Down and under the curve of my ass. Teasing you. One side then the other. Both hands gripping back of the chair and bent over for you. My head on my hands looking back.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” Your camera is going crazy. “Don’t move.” You come closer with the softest fingers to inch my panties down further, exposing my bare pussy to you. Waxed and bald, your eyes tracing my plush pink folds. “Beautiful,” your heavy, gravelly voice pierces my sensitive skin. My blush creeps to my face as you step back bending your camera. Praising me. My toes curl against my heels, spread wide and exposed to you ratchets up my desire. I knock my knees wider and my panties fall to my knees all together. I give you a shy smile and hold my pose, your eyes connect with mine over the top of your camera.

I’m restless, tossing my hair, before you ask me to turn around and sit on the cushion. I bring my panties down and off my heels and toss them out of view. I sit up straight for you with my legs crossed. The soft lace bands around my stockings feel like a caress. I silently make work of my tiny sweater. Exposing my full cleavage to you. Every time I look in your direction your camera goes crazy. Slowly sliding my sweater down my arms. Uncrossing my restless legs. Undressing you in my mind as I’m undressing myself.

I let the sweater fall to the floor and reach behind me to unhook my bra. Tossing my hair to one side and looking up at you. The moment captured on camera. “Spread your legs, Jess.” I lick my lips as I comply. Scooting forward to the edge of the seat, and parting my thighs. “Wider, all the way.” My jaw falls open a little bit when I open up to you. Letting my bra fall to the floor and shyly cupping my full tits in my hands. I can hear you groan from behind your camera. Capturing the moment. Fully naked for you. Tracing my aching nipples and my taut stomach.

You crouch down in front of me with your camera. Eyes blazing into mine before you scan my sexy body. My breath hitches and my body trembles as your smooth fingers trace and readjust the tops of my stockings. Straightening. Making them match. “You’re blushing.” you show me the digital playback on your camera. Myself fully naked in the most beautiful way. “Look how sexy you are.” Barely a whisper. My eyes find yours and the connection is instant. Your nose brushes against mine and I lick my dry lips. You groan before you deal your lips over mine. Kissing deeply, softly, before I slip my tongue inside. Your hand cups the back of my neck and I’m melting. Whimpering, my palms on your chest, feeling you fucking your tongue against mine.

You break the kiss and run a hand through your hair. You link your fingers with mine and sweetly guide me over to the bed. “Lay down,” I fan my hair over the bedspread and elongate my legs and torso. Angled toward you above me with your camera. Rolling around. Tracing my body. My tits. My thighs. Flashing you a winning smile. Rolling over onto my stomach. Looking at you over my shoulder. Kicking my legs up, highlighting my delicate heels. “Fuck, yea. Spread your legs, babe.” I spread myself wide on the bed. Up on my elbows, showing you my full tits. With a curse you set your camera on the vanity and crawl over to me on the bed.

I roll onto my back and lean against the pillows. Your sexy body hovers over mine as you trace my lips with your finger, “I can’t keep shooting you this way. You’re too aroused, and I can’t send that into Playboy.” I look away in embarrassment, fidgeting with the comforter. You tilt my chin up towards you and kiss me softly, “Your pussy is dripping wet.” I run my tongue along your lip and nod. “I can’t help it.” You hot breath rushes across my face and you lower your body against mine. “Look, I can either leave this room and let you get off in privacy, or-“ I give you a devastating kiss and shake my head no. Don’t leave me here. I slip my hand under your shirt and you shudder.

You kick off the bed and I watch you walk over and close the studio door. Locking it behind you. Raising the volume of the music blasting overhead. My stomach fills with butterflies as you lose your shirt and kick off your shoes, coming over me. Your strong arms caging me in. Kissing me. I trace the powerful muscles of your back and roll my hips into yours. Coming around to unbutton your jeans. You brush my hair away and whisper against my lips, “I don’t have a condom on me, I’ve never done this at work.” My eyes find yours when I say, “I’m clean. And I’m on the pill-“ you nod and cut me off with a toe curling kiss. I shove your open jeans and waistband down your hips and cry out as your cock springs free. So big and thick. Licking your lips as I stroke you from root to tip. Wrapping my hand around you, so hot to the touch and hard as stone.

With a growl, you slip your fingers between mine and come closer. Spreading my legs and angling the head of your dick against my aching pussy. My head falls back towards the ceiling at the feel of you. Licking across my nipples as you delicately push inside me. I fist my hands in your hair and guide you back up to me. Tongues licking. My sweet breath puffing across your lips as you screw me deeper. Wider. Stretching my pussy like no one has before. “Goddamn it, babe. You’re fucking dripping all over my dick.” My fingers are gripping your hair. Pulling hard. You fuck a little harder in response. My pussy quivers around the hard length of your cock.

“Ah, It’s so good… Fuck me, it’s too fucking good.” I’m sobbing underneath you. Kicking my legs. Spreading my legs wide against the comforter. Your arm around my waist hitches me higher against the pillows. You toss my bunny ears onto the nightstand. And cup the back of my head. Your heavy cock plunges deeper. Screwing your hips into mine. Giving me all of you, but you won’t let me throw my head back. Nose to nose as you fuck me see harder. And harder. Until you’re as deep as you can get but still screwing for more.

“That’s it, baby. Let me hear you.” Im screaming against your lips. Bracing my palms against the headboard.

We fuck wildly. Rolling and tumbling across the bed, knocking pillows to the floor. You exude unwavering dominance, even topping me from the bottom when I’m riding your too big cock. Until you can’t take it anymore, and come over me once again. Growling against my lips and fucking the hell out of me.

I rake my nails down your back and scream your name. Your palm slips over my lips to stifle my cries. Your eyes watching me melt for you, surrendering my body to this endless pleasure. Ah fuck, it’s too good. You’re so fucking hot. And just as hot for it as I am. You restlessly flex your palm over my lips and moan, “You’re so fucking close, babe. That greedy cunt is going cum so hard. Ah, Christ. And I’m going to cum with you…. Ah, fuck, honey. Fuck, fuck, fuck!” My back bows off the bed. Cumming harder than I ever have. Sobbing. Aching at the feel of your heavy cock pumping your cum inside me. Dripping. I pull your hand off my mouth and kiss you. Licking. Fucking. Squeezing the shit out of you. Holding you close. Swallowing your passionate moans.

We don’t stop making out as we come down. Sagging against each other. I brush your sweaty hair off your forehead. And you look down at me, “That was incredible.” I smile shyly and give you a sweet kiss. We help each other restore the bed and the pillows. You get dressed and grab a fresh towel from your work desk. Wiping me clean between my legs. I shake my hair sweaty out before I pull on my robe. I grab my bunny ears before I meet you at the door. One last kiss and a smile before I slip down the hall back into hair and make up.