CHAPTER ONE – THREE DOWN ON THEIR LUCK MODELS GET A VISIT
“Merde!” Jardin Découpage swore, hitting the End Call button on her phone and fighting the urge to fling it across her hotel room. She stared out of the window at the New York skyline and wondered what she was going to do next.
The call had been from her lawyer and had not brought good news. Her entire business -- the website, the modelling, her appearances on main stream TV -- was all ruined thanks to the financial dealings of her now ex-manager (and ex-boyfriend into the bargain), Frederico.
“Leave everything to me, darling,” he’d said on more than one occasion. “You just concentrate on not showing those fantastic tits to anyone except me, and the world will be yours in just a couple of years.”
Jardin glanced down at her enormous chest which was currently trying to spread the halves of her dressing down apart. She’d wanted to be a model since she could remember and had followed Frederico’s advice to get her breasts enhanced. His twist, though, was to bill her as a non-nude model. Aside from Frederico, the occasional make-up girl or photographer catching a glimpse, no-one had seen her gorgeous, huge mounds naked since the surgeon had put them in place.
And the tactic had been working. Sure, she would appear on the web or in magazines in skimpy lingerie; she did several shoots where the only thing covering her nipples was her hands; but she never went topless, let alone totally nude. Her site membership had grown month on month; offers had come in for television slots, not just from her native France but also America. She was becoming a minor celebrity with plans to increase her exposure -- just not to expose more of her.
And now, as one of her English friends would say, it had all gone tits-up.
Frederico was in hiding, wanted by the police of more than one country; almost everything Jardin owned had been seized as either evidence or to pay off taxes; her agent had dropped her like a stone; the only one ringing was her lawyer to tell her how screwed she was.
She glanced at the nightstand where a small photo of Frederico sat; she’d carried it round for years and even the troubles of the last months hadn’t made her get rid of it. Now, however --
“Bâtard,” she spat as she picked it up and pulled it from the small frame. She tore it in two and then in half again before opening the window and throwing it outside, the wind catching it and sweeping it away.
“You might not want to do that,” a woman said from the doorway to her room. “The littering laws are hell round here.”
Jardin spun round and glared at the speaker. She was tall, like Jardin, and beneath the smart business jacket and skirt obviously had a figure to rival Jardin’s own. Her blouse must have been tailored specifically to her in order to contain the huge breasts that pushed against it. She was easily good looking enough to be a model as well, her small round glasses not detracting from her features in the slightest. Her hair, a rich auburn, was bundled up on her head with just a couple of loose strands falling down to frame her gorgeous face.
“Who are you?” Jardin said with only the slightest hint of a French accent.
“My name is Charlene Nicholson,” the woman said and stepped forward, holding her hand out.
Jardin took it automatically and shuddered, her eyes closing, as a flood of pleasurable feelings soared through her body. Her senses spun, she heard herself gasp as her pussy flooded with juices, her nipples hardening, the feel of them brushing against her gown making her moan slightly. Charlene lay naked on a huge bed while Jardin hunched over her, riding a very life-like strap-on cock, a tool much bigger than any Jardin had had in the past. They reached out and grabbed at each other’s big melons, the firm mounds of tit flesh much more than either of them could hope to cover in their hands. Jardin stayed still, letting Charlene thrust her hips, pounding her prick as far as it would go into the model’s tight twat.
Jardin stepped back, gasping, opening her eyes, the vision disappearing as she released Charlene’s hand but still the feelings remained. She was hornier than she’d ever been! She’d done a few photo shoots with other models and gone so far as hiding the other girl’s nipples with her own hands, but they’d never been explicitly sexual. While she could appreciate another good looking woman, she’d never really been attracted to one and yet as Charlene smiled at her, Jardin had to fight the urge to tear her clothes off and enact the vivid, if short, scene that had popped into her head.
“Are you alright, Miss Découpage?” Charlene asked, giving no hint that she knew what Jardin was thinking.
“I’m fine -- fine,” Jardin uttered, pulling her robe tighter, biting her bottom lip and stifling a moan as the silk brushed against her super sensitive nipples. “What can I do to -- for you?”
Charlene smiled and reached into her jacket pocket, withdrawing a business card.
“My father, Damian Nicholson, has heard about your recent problems. He owns a large modelling agency and would like to meet with you to discuss getting you back on your feet. He’s willing to pay for an all expenses trip to Los Angeles to meet with him, even if you decide not to sign up with our agency.”
A free trip to LA would certainly help to put her troubles out of her mind, Jardin thought, reaching for the card. As she took it, Charlene brushed her finger against Jardin’s and this time the model did moan, the briefest flash of the pair of them fucking appearing in her mind.
“The details are on the card, Miss Découpage,” Charlene said, turning and heading back to the door, Jardin unable to stop herself staring at her pert ass. “I look forward to -- working with you,” she said over her shoulder.
Jardin slowly cupped her big tits, loving the feel of the silk against her still hard nipples, and thought of the slim, cylindrical bottle of body scrub in her shower that might be put to better use right now.
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“Oh bloody hell,” Debbie Romani said, her clipped English accent turning the curse words into a soft grumble of disappointment. She placed the handset of the phone into the cradle and looked out of her hotel window, across the gravel forecourt with the croquet lawn to the left and the tennis court to the right, wondering how everything had gone so wrong.
Just a couple of years before, she’d been the premiere non-nude internet model. Her gorgeous looks came from her mother while her dark hair and slightly olive complexion -- inherited from her Italian father, along with her surname -- had been an almost irresistible mix when coupled with a trim waist, a perfect, round ass and the best surgically enhanced breasts money could buy. Breasts which nobody other than herself had seen naked for years. Sure, the photo-shoots had been sexy, a mix of normal street clothes one week and lingerie the next, but Debbie had never gone topless, let alone nude, despite the massive number of offers.
Her plan had been to make a name for herself then move into acting and it had almost worked. She’d had a few appearances on television but it was all in the background. She’d been on a few British sketch shows, hired to stand there and look pretty while the so-called comedians made lewd remarks about her ample cleavage. She’d auditioned for dozens of commercials but all the casting agents wanted was for her to flash some flesh.
The phone call had been from her agent, or rather ex-agent now. Her refusal to do show more than the merest hint of cleavage had apparently led to her being branded as “difficult to work with” which, her agent said, meant the calls had stopped coming and, as she’d sold the rights to her old modelling work, she was fast approaching bankruptcy. He had to protect his own behind and had dropped her like a stone.
“Bugger it,” she said quietly, completely unsure of what to do next.
“Miss Romani?” came a voice from the door of her room. She turned to see a stunning woman standing in the now open doorway, though she was sure she’d closed it. Her business suit struggled bravely to contain the impressive bosom beneath her shirt; her auburn hair caught the sunlight and almost shone red; her gorgeous smile lit up her features.
“Yes?” Debbie answered, suddenly aware that she’d been wandering round in the tiny shorts and top she’d worn to bed. The bottom of her firm butt cheeks were visible from behind and the pale pink cotton of her shirt revealed her deep cleavage, the spaghetti straps straining to hold the shirt in place over her huge jugs.
“My name’s Charlene Nicholson,” the woman said, stepping into the room, her impressive chest leading the way, her hand held out.
“Pleased to meet you ooooh!” Debbie sighed as their hands touched, a startlingly clear vision suddenly appearing in her mind’s eye.
She was on all fours on a huge bed, wearing stockings and a corset that had been torn open, her huge tits swinging free, her head pulled up and back by her hair, her back arching as a result, moaning as she was fucked from behind. Charlene knelt naked behind her, one hand grabbing her hair, the other spanking her round butt as she shoved an incredibly realistic strap-on cock deep into Debbie’s pussy over and over. Charlene also wore stockings and a lace bra that had both cups torn free, exposing her own massive mounds of tit-flesh.
Debbie staggered backwards, breaking contact, and sat down on a chair, gasping for breath. Her nipples were incredibly hard, aching to be touched, and nearly poking through her shirt; the crotch of her shorts was damp, her pussy immediately wetter than she’d ever known it and it was all she could do to stop herself from fingering herself there and then.
She’d never been attracted to other women. During her modelling career, she’d appeared alongside other girls but never once let them touch her or vice versa. Yet the sudden vision she’d had of the woman fucking her had her feeling more aroused than she ever had before with any man.
“Are you feeling okay, Miss Romani?” Charlene asked, clearly concerned.
“Yes -- yes -- quite alright,” Debbie gasped. “Just a little -- faint. What do you want?”
“Are you sure? I could get you some water,” Charlene said.
“No, thank you but -- I’m feeling good -- much better,” Debbie said, still trying to stifle the urge to slip something inside herself.
“Okay then,” Charlene said. She reached into her jacket pocket and withdrew a business card. “My father, Damian Nicholson, heard you were considering getting back into the modelling business. He owns one of the largest modelling agencies in the States and would love to meet with you to discuss your plans. To tempt you, he’s willing to pay for a trip to Los Angeles, all expenses paid of course, to meet with him. If you decide not to sign up with our agency, the trip’s still yours.”
Charlene leaned forward, holding the card out, and for the briefest moment Debbie thought she was going to slip it into her cleavage. Instead, she placed it on the arm of the chair.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Romani,” Charlene said. “You’ll find all the details on the card. I do hope you’ll agree to -- work with us.” She turned and left the room, Debbie watching her pert little ass sway beneath her tight skirt.
She picked up the card and read it, her other hand sliding into her shorts.
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“Goddamn fucking retards,” Wanda Soldado hissed, slumping into the foldaway chair beneath the shade of an umbrella, pulling her loose silk wrap over her bikini clad body. She was supposed to be doing a photo-shoot on the beach just a few feet away but, yet again, her shoot was being picketed by some religious sect or other that wanted to ban her and other models. Over to one side, her camera man, lighting guy and make-up girl were all arguing with the group of true believers who waved placards and called her names.
It wasn’t as if she was even topless -- Wanda had built a healthy career on teasing, never once showing even a hint of nipple. In fact, some had said that her reliance on fully clothed shoots where her cleavage was the main attraction hardly made her an erotic model at all, so why the religious nuts persecuted her she couldn’t work out.
At least it had been a healthy career. This was the last shoot she was likely to do if her ex-agent was right. No-one wanted the hassle that this group was bringing with them, including her agent who’d said he had other, less troublesome clients to manage, leaving Wanda looking around for work on her own. It had taken her a month to find someone willing to do this tame bikini shoot and now, no sooner had they set up, the nuts had arrived.
“Fucking assholes,” Wanda cursed. All her hopes and dreams had been pinned on being a top model and she knew she had the body for it. Short and slim but curvy in all the right places, she had one thing the other non-nude models didn’t. Or rather two things: huge but perfectly, 100% natural tits. Sure, the years of carting them around had started taking their toll and maybe she could do with a lift, but at least they were all her own. Now of course, everything was at risk because of the guys with the placards.
The irony was the main reason Wanda had never gone topless let alone naked was she was a good Catholic girl. Well, mostly. Sure she’d had sex with guys wearing rubbers, but reveal her goods to the world? Never!
“Miss Soldado?” a woman said from behind her.
Wanda stood and turned to see a gorgeous auburn haired woman who looked totally over dressed for the beach and the sun. Despite her tight fitting business suit that clung to her every curve -- including the huge pair of tits that pushed against her shirt -- she didn’t look hot or flustered.
“I’m Charlene Nicholson,” she said, smiling and holding out her hand.
Wanda automatically reached out and shook it, her eyes closing and a groan escaping her as an image rushed into her mind.
In her mind’s eye she saw herself as clear as day, spread-eagled naked on a huge bed, her hands cupping her enormous mounds while between her legs, lifting her hips up to her own, was this woman, Charlene. She too was naked, thrusting what must have been a strap-on cock deep into Wanda’s pussy, Charlene’s great, round melons moving in time with her thrusts. Even in that briefest of flashes, Wanda couldn’t help but notice her own tits were bigger, rounder, more upright and she realised they were fakes! She had huge implants!
Wanda released her hand and stepped back, trying to catch her breath. She glanced down and saw her nipples were rock hard, poking through both her bikini and her wrap, while her panties were almost soaked she was so horny.
“What the fuck?” she gasped, trying to reconcile the sudden appearance of that image in her head. The closest she’d ever come to having sex with a girl was a threesome an ex-boyfriend had tricked her into. He’d got her and a friend drunk and convinced Wanda to let the other girl play with her big tits as he fucked her, but that was all that had happened. She’d never been attracted to other girls and the only shoots she’d done with other models were all fully clothed, not even in bikinis.
“Are you all right, Miss Soldado?” Charlene asked.
“Fuck yeah,” Wanda groaned, reaching up and cupping her own tits for a brief second before remembering where she was. “What the hell was that?”
“What was what, Miss Soldado?” Charlene asked.
That image of you fucking me, was what Wanda wanted to say but realised she’d sound as insane as the religious nuts who were still waving their signs and shouting at her.
“Nothing -- nothing,” she eventually said. “What do you want?”
“My father is Damian Nicholson. He runs one of the largest modelling agencies in the country and has heard all about the troubles you’ve been having,” Charlene said, nodding her head towards the protestors. “He’d love to meet up and offer you the chance to get your career back on track. If you’d like to, we can offer a free, all-in trip up to LA which is yours even if you decide not to sign up with us.”
Charlene reached into her pocket and took out a card, handing it over to Wanda. Their fingers brushed against each other and for a split second Wanda again saw the image of herself being fucked by this woman, the image of her own new, fake breasts clear in her mind.
“Details are all on the card, Miss Soldado,” Charlene said before turning and walking away. She stopped and looked over her shoulder. “I hope you’ll -- come -- and see us,” she said before walking off.
Wanda slumped back in the chair and found herself thinking of the large dildo in her bedroom, cursing the fact it would take her hours to get back home.
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Charlene stepped into her office, taking her jacket off and throwing it on to the sofa to one side. She sat in the chair at her desk, switching on the large screen monitor and then the PC to the side. As the machine booted up, she undid the first few buttons of her shirt, the sides almost springing apart in relief, her huge tits relaxing a little more in their still constrictive bra, her cleavage deep and inviting. She pulled her hair free of the clips, letting it tumble down past her shoulders.
With the machine up and running, she quickly opened up a particular piece of software and entered user and password details, smiling at the thought of what anyone else would think if they knew what this was capable of. A few moments later, a window opened on the monitor showing the silhouette of a man sat in a chair. The only part of him that was clearly visible was his hands, the dark, almost red skin and his jet black nails incongruous with his neat suit sleeves.
“Charlene,” he said, his voice dark and rich. “How did it go?”
“All according to plan, father,” Charlene said. “I met all three of them and gave them our details along with a little -- taster -- of things to come.”
“Excellent. Do you think they’ll all arrive?”
“We can’t be a hundred percent, of course, what with their damned free will, but I think so, yes,” She paused for a moment. “I think Soldado might be our biggest problem. She’s Catholic, as you know.”
Damian Nicholson’s silhouette nodded. “True, but we’ve never really had much difficulty with the church in the past. They’re all so repressed once they get a taste of it they’re putty in our hands. Still, it’s worth bearing in mind. Well done, I’m very pleased.”
“Thank you, father,” Charlene said, bowing her head.
“I’ll speak to you soon,” he said and the window went dark.
Charlene closed the program down and turned instead to her pictures folder, opening up a slideshow that displayed pictures of the three women she’d recently met. They slowly moved from one to another, showing Jardin Découpage in a bikini, then Debbie Romani in lingerie, then Wanda Soldado in a tight T-shirt, then Jardin again, then Debbie, then Wanda, over and over.
Charlene unbuttoned her shirt completely then undid the clasp at the front of her bra, her enormous mounds filling her hands, her nipples hard and dark. She lifted one up, bending her neck so she could lick and suck at her own nipple before doing the same with the other, leaving a trail of saliva across her firm yet pliant orbs.
She quickly pulled her skirt up and placed her feet wide apart on the edge of the desk, running her fingers across the sopping material of her thin panties, gasping as she felt the heat and moisture of her pussy. Her fingers eased the silk aside and easily slipped inside the wet folds of her twat while she continued to grope and maul at her tits with her other hand.
Staring at the screen the whole time, watching the procession of big titted, non-nude models on the monitor, Charlene shuddered and moaned as she brought herself to orgasm, thinking of how good it would feel to be doing this with Jardin.
And Debbie.
And Wanda.
CHAPTER TWO – THE INTERNET'S TOP NON-NUDE MODELS GO TOPLESS
The internet’s top three non-nude models, Jardin Découpage, Debbie Romani and Wanda Soldado, stood in front of a plain white backdrop in a photography studio, each wearing nothing except a tiny G-string. They held flags of their native countries in front of them, the French Tricolour for Jardin, the Union Jack for Debbie and the Stars and Stripes for Wanda, the cotton pulled tight across their big, expansive tits.
In front of them, the photographer Reinhard clicked away while his lighting assistant, a young black man called Adam, stood nearby, holding the reflector. Next to them, a video camera worked silently, the whole scene being captured in stills and high definition video.
At the back of the room, watching intently, was the girls’ agent representative, Charlene Nicholson. Despite being there in an official capacity, she wore just a tiny G-string like the others with a T-shirt pulled over her huge, braless tits. Charlene had started out on her own modelling career that morning but this shoot was all about Jardin, Debbie and Wanda.
“Okay girls, moment of truth,” the photographer said.
Smiling at the camera the whole time, the three girls slowly, oh so slowly, began to lower the flags covering their enormous jugs. For the first time in their careers, the three of them were about to go topless -- and they were doing it simultaneously and exclusively for Charlene’s father’s company.
More and more cleavage was revealed as the cotton flags slipped ever lower and Charlene smiled, remembering how they’d arrived here.
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Just two days before, Jardin had walked into the offices of Nicholson’s Models and told the pretty receptionist that she had an appointment. She’d flown from New York on an all-expenses paid trip after a brief meeting with Charlene who’d told her they were interested in taking her on and rejuvenating her non-nude modelling career. It had hit rock bottom recently with her ex-manager (and also now ex-boyfriend) Frederico leaving her in trouble with the IRS and him on the run from the police.
Figuring she had nothing to lose, she’d accepted the offer and arrived at the offices in L.A.
“Jardin?” said a familiar voice. She turned and saw Wanda Soldado, the all-natural busty Latina model she’d met a few times over the years and even done a photoshoot with. Wanda, too, was a non-nude model, the pair of them making their names by not showing their large tits, and only posing in bikinis or lingerie.
“What are you doing here?” Wanda asked, stepping over to her and giving her a brief hug as Jardin air-kissed both her cheeks. They’d gotten on when they’d worked together but were not close, each one aware that the other was a potential threat to her fame.
“I have an appointment,” Jardin said with just the hint of a French accent. “Monsieur Nicholson is apparently interested in helping me with my modelling.”
“Yeah, I heard about the crap you’re going through,” Wanda said. “Who knew Frederico was such a bastard, eh?”
“Oui,” Jardin said with a shrug. “But what of you? Why are you here today?”
“Same reason, would you believe? I’ve been dropped by my agent and am looking for work.”
Despite being one of the tamer models on the internet, Wanda’s work had been targeted over the last year by a religious group who appeared at her every shoot waving banners and shouting slogans, disrupting everything. It had reached the point where no-one wanted to work with her because of the trouble she attracted. That she was a Catholic and had never gone topless let alone nude didn’t seem to bother the protestors.
“Ah, the church people,” Jardin said. “I heard about them. They are crazy, oui?”
“Damn fucking right they are,” Wanda said. “I can’t get a single job with those fuckers turning up every time.”
“It seems we have both been having some troubles,” Jardin said.
“Debbie Romani to see Mr Nicholson,” came from behind them. They turned to see the ex-model standing at reception. When the receptionist asked her to wait for a moment, Debbie turned round and froze, seeing the glares of the other two models.
Debbie had been the internet’s most successful non-nude model before she’d quit and tried to become an actress, a career move that had failed when the British companies she’d worked for simply wanted her to flash some flesh for the camera. Before her TV career had bombed, she’d spoken out in several interviews, claiming that the non-nude models who followed her were never going to be as good or successful as she had been. While she hadn’t named anyone specifically, Jardin and Wanda had known the remarks were aimed at them and a long standing grudge had developed.
“Jardin. Wanda. How nice to see you both,” Debbie said quietly, her English accent grating to their ears. In all truth, she was ashamed of the things she’d said in the interviews, having been prompted by her now ex-manager to say them to stir up some controversy.
“Pah!” Jardin said with a derisive flick of her head. Wanda raised her hand and popped her middle finger at Debbie.
“Ladies? Mr Nicholson will see you now,” the receptionist said, indicating a large, wood-panelled door off to the side.
“All of us?” Jardin asked.
“That’s right,” the receptionist said.
Jardin and Wanda glared at Debbie again and stalked ahead into the room, leaving her trailing behind on her own.
The room was spacious but dominated by a large white sofa which faced a desk on which was a huge TV screen. At first the three models thought they were alone in the room before they heard the sound of heels approaching from a large alcove. They turned to see the woman who had invited them all here, Charlene Nicholson.
“Good morning ladies,” she said, walking over with a tray containing three glasses, a pitcher of water, some cordial and a pitcher of orange juice. She wore a conservative dress suit but, as before, her blouse struggled at the buttons to contain the huge pair of tits it tried so desperately to hide. “Please, be seated,” she said, nodding to the sofa, placing the tray on the small table in front of it. “Can I get you a drink?”
“I’ll take some OJ,” Wanda said, sitting at one end of the sofa. Charlene poured her a glass and handed it to her, noting Wanda’s gaze drifting to the deep cleavage visible in Charlene’s bent over position. Wanda realised she’d be caught and blushed slightly.
“I will have water, s'il vous plait,” Jardin said, sitting next to Wanda. She too couldn’t help but stare at Charlene’s impressive bust as it pushed down against her blouse and looked away when Charlene smiled at her.
“Some cordial, please,” Debbie said, sitting at the other end of the sofa, as far from the other two as she could, Jardin pointedly moving closer to Wanda. Her gaze, too, was drawn to their host’s huge tits and she found herself hoping a button or two would pop.
Unknown to the others, each of the models had had a strange experience when they’d met Charlene for the first time. Each had received a flash of an image of Charlene making love with them and while it had only lasted a second, it had left them all incredibly horny. Jardin had ended up in her shower, fucking herself with a shampoo bottle; Debbie had sat half naked in her hotel room, fingering her pussy; Wanda had retrieved the largest of her dildos and screwed herself silly with it.
“I’m so glad you all decided to come and speak with my father,” Charlene said, standing up. “Hopefully you’ll decide to work with us and we can all become much closer friends.”
“Where is your father?” Jardin asked.
Charlene turned round to the large screen on the desk, more than aware of the three models staring at her pert ass in her tight skirt. She pressed the ON button and stood to one side as the screen lit up.
Damian Nicholson appeared on screen, sat at a desk wearing an open necked shirt and a jacket. He was perhaps 50 or so but looked good so it was difficult to tell; his hair was dark and thick and he sported a neatly trimmed goatee; his eyes were dark but almost sparkled and his smile was genuine and white.
“Ladies, it is so very good to see you in the flesh, so to speak,” he said, his rich, deep voice a pleasure to their ears. “First, my apologies for not being there. Unavoidable business keeps me from meeting you which, believe me, is something I truly wished to do today.”
“You can see us?” Jardin asked with some surprise.
“But of course,” Nicholson said, pointing upwards. The models glanced up and noticed a small, discrete camera attached to the top of the screen and directed at them. “Technology, eh?” he said with a laugh. “I hope my darling daughter has attended to your refreshment requirements?”
“All done, father,” Charlene said. “As you can see, our guests have their drinks in hand,”
“Excellent,” Nicholson said, reaching off screen and picking up a small tumbler of liquid. “Then may we have a quick toast to an amiable meeting and a beneficial one if nothing else?” he asked, raising his glass. He waited until the three models had raised their own glasses and watched as all three drank.
“Now then, to business,” he said. “You have all, through no fault of your own, fallen on hard times over the last year or two, is that fair to say?” The models nodded. “And it would be useful for all of you to resurrect your modelling careers if only for the sake of financial requirements, yes? Well, my company is willing to take you on to our books, to represent you and find you work, but not with other agencies or websites. We would manage you exclusively; all your new content would appear on our site alone and you would retain a majority copyright on that content so that whenever we lease it to another site or publication, you will continue to be paid for it. We look after our girls here, ladies, and are not in the habit of ripping people off.”
Wanda and Jardin smiled at each other; Charlene smiled sympathetically at Debbie.
“However, what we can’t do is produce the same old things people -- your fans -- are used to. Debbie, if I may start with you,” Nicholson reached for a file and opened it up, flicking through it as he spoke. “You had an excellent portfolio when it came to mixing lingerie and bikini shoots. You could look both innocent and, if you don’t mind me saying, downright horny in either outfit. Those magnificent breasts of yours are only part of your appeal, though, as you have -- and I hope the others will forgive me here -- the best arse I’ve seen in a long time.”
Debbie actually blushed while Jardin and Wanda glared at her. Or at least they started to. Both of them wanted to refute the compliment she’d been paid but they had to admit, Debbie had a fantastic ass.
“Wanda,” he said, pulling another file over. “You’ve concentrated mostly on bikini and standard street wear shoots, not bothering very much with lingerie and as a result, you’re less of a sex kitten and more of the girl next door, albeit one with a large pair of natural breasts. The curse of naturals, as I’m sure you know, is that they’ll head south quite quickly and that cleavage flashing is only going to take you so far.”
Wanda surprised herself; had anyone else said that on their first meeting, she would have delivered a mouthful of abuse but coming from Nicholson, she actually found herself agreeing.
“And Jardin. Of all of you, you’re the one with the largest apparent contradiction. You know you’re making your fans horny; the way you cup and fondle your breasts leaves no doubt you know they’re there to make men hard. You’ve done more than one video where you put yourself in a situation that screams sex and yet -- you never go topless, you never go that extra inch or two, leaving your fans disappointed and, ultimately, bored.”
Jardin would normally dismiss such criticism but, like Wanda, she found herself nodding, realising the truth of what he’d said.
“Now all three of you need to do something to break free of those roles you’ve put yourself in and, if you agree to work for me, the most obvious thing is the easiest: you all go topless.”
Debbie, Jardin and Wanda stared at the man on the screen. They’d had numerous requests for topless shoots in their careers and every time they’d said no. They were non-nude models, for God’s sake! It didn’t matter how much of their breasts they showed if there were no nipples on view. They could be as revealing as they wanted and still be classed as non-nude.
And now, this man offering them a job if they’d go topless -- it was -- it was --
“You know my father’s right, girls,” Charlene said. “This whole hide the nipples thing is just ludicrous. You’ve all done the hand bra shoot, you’ve all had the occasional nip slip and the world hasn’t ended, so what’s the big deal?”
“For what it’s worth,” Nicholson said, “Charlene is about to embark on a career as a model as well, working alongside you and she’s more than ready to go topless. Aren’t you, dear?”
“Ready and willing,” Charlene said, smiling at the three women on the sofa. “Care to join me, girls?”
“Oh what the fuck,” Wanda said after a pause. “I need to get back into things, so yeah, I’m in.”
“Oui, so am I,” Jardin said. They both looked over at Debbie.
“Bugger it. Yes, I’ll do it,” Debbie said.
“Excellent. You’ve made the right choice, ladies. Charlene will draw everything up and we can get to work in a day or two. Welcome to your new lives, ladies.”
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A couple of days later, after a long morning’s shoot where they’d slowly lost various items of clothing, the internet’s top three non-nude models, Jardin, Debbie and Wanda, stood in front of a plain white backdrop in a photography studio, each wearing nothing except a tiny G-string. Held in front of them were the flags of their native countries, the French Tricolour for Jardin, the Union Jack for Debbie and the Stars and Stripes for Wanda, the cotton pulled tight across their big, expansive tits.
Before them, Reinhard the photographer clicked away while his lighting assistant, a young black man called Adam, stood nearby, holding the reflector. Next to them, a video camera worked silently, the whole scene being captured in stills and high definition video.
Charlene sat at the back of the room, watching intently. Her own modelling career had started that morning, posing alongside the other three for the non-nude shots before her own topless pictures were to be taken the day after. She wore just a tiny G-string like the others with a T-shirt pulled over her huge, braless tits, her nipples hard and poking against the soft cotton.
“Okay girls, moment of truth,” the photographer said.
Smiling at the camera the whole time, the three girls slowly, oh so slowly, began to lower the flags covering their enormous jugs. For the first time in their careers, the three of them were about to go topless -- and they were doing it simultaneously and exclusively for Charlene’s father’s company.
More and more cleavage was revealed as the cotton flags slipped ever lower and Charlene smiled as, with a little flourish, all three flags fell to the floor revealing the girls’ huge naked tits to the camera for the first time.
“Oh my God,” Reinhard said quietly, snapping away with his camera.
All three girls cupped their own big tits and hefted them towards the camera, smiling and laughing all the time.
“Fucking hell,” Adam sighed.
Debbie, in the middle, put her arms around the waists of Jardin and Wanda and pulled them close, their big tits squashing against her own as they angled their bodies towards her.
Charlene crossed her legs, fighting the urge to slip her fingers into her G-string and ease them inside her now sopping wet pussy.
She didn’t know what it was that her father had supplied her with to slip into their drinks the other day, but if it was this easy to get them to go topless, she wondered what else they’d be doing soon enough.
CHAPTER THREE – DEBBIE AND JARDIN GET MORE THAN A LITTLE FRIENDLY
“Wow. You two look fantastic.”
Jardin Découpage and Debbie Romani turned to the speaker, both of them smiling when they saw their agent’s daughter and fellow model, Charlene Nicholson stood in the doorway, her hands behind her back. Though she wore a simple pair of jeans and a T-shirt, she still managed to exude a raw sexuality that the two models couldn’t help being attracted to. Though neither of them -- nor their friend and co-model Wanda Soldado -- had admitted it to anyone, each of them had fantasised about Charlene since their first meeting when they had each been assailed by a graphic vision of Charlene fucking them with a realistic strap-on.
Jardin and Debbie felt themselves blush a little at her compliment, each of them glancing at the other. They both wore black fishnet stockings and the tiniest of g-strings, their huge, fake tits encased in satin corsets, Jardin’s in black, Debbie’s in red. The corsets were deliberately a little too small for them, pushing up their gorgeous, big tits so that the rounded tops appeared tantalisingly over the satin, at the same time forming a deep cleavage that looked oh so inviting.
“Merci, Charlene,” Jardin said, her lilting French accent making her sound even sexier.
“Thank you,” Debbie said, her clipped English accent a lovely contrast to Jardin’s. “To be honest, I think we’re both a little nervous,” she said, Jardin nodding in agreement.
Charlene smiled at them. Only a week or two before, there had been some bad blood between them, the result of some catty remarks Debbie had made in interviews about Jardin taking her place as the internet’s top non-nude model. Now though, they were getting on famously.
“I thought you might be a bit worried,” Charlene said, bringing her hands from behind her back. “So I brought you each a small drink. Don’t worry, it’s nothing too strong -- just a fruit juice with a natural relaxant.”
Jardin and Debbie reached out and took the small tumblers Charlene held, both models sneaking glances at the huge mounds beneath Charlene’s T-shirt. Neither of them had entertained any thoughts of sex with another woman until they’d met their agent’s daughter and now, it seemed, they could hardly think of anything else.
“This is, how you say, a pretty big step, non?” Jardin asked, sipping at her drink. “Our shoot today, I mean.”
“We’ve both done lingerie shoots in the past,” Debbie said, drinking her juice, “but never topless. And never with another woman.”
Charlene smiled comfortingly at them. “Well, it’s like my father said a couple of days ago -- “
† † † † †
“It’s time to up the ante, ladies.”
Damian Nicholson looked out at them from the large TV screen on his desk. They still had yet to meet him in the flesh as he was always away on business, but the video conference calls kept them in touch. Jardin, Debbie and Wanda, along with Charlene, sat on the large leather couch in the spacious living room of Nicholson’s house, though mansion might have been a better word. He’d had his drivers pick them up a few days before and transport them from their hotels to stay in his house along with Charlene. Since the launch of their new website that exclusively hosted their topless pictures, the women were suddenly back among the most wanted models.
“Now Wanda,” Nicholson said, smiling at the brunette. “You first. As I said when we first spoke a while back, those gorgeous natural tits of yours are only going to take you so far. That first shoot of the three of you topless together? We could all see the difference between you and Jardin and Debbie. What I’d like is for you to agree to getting your breasts enhanced like the others have.”
Not that long ago, Wanda would have laughed at the idea -- her natural breasts were something she’d treasured and she’d privately scorned the idea of getting them done. Now though, she found herself agreeing.
“I guess they could do with a little improvement,” she said, hefting her big tits through her T-shirt.
“Excellent. Charlene will take care of the arrangements. We can use my private surgeon; they use a new technique that’ll have you healed and up and about in just a few days with a new pair of tits the fans will love.”
“Really? I thought it took weeks to heal?” Wanda said.
“Not this guy,” Charlene said. “You'll be fine in just a couple of days. No scarring, no redness or swelling.”
“So, as I said,” Nicholson continued, “we need to do something more. While Wanda’s getting her boobs made even better than they are now, I’d like Debbie and Jardin to pose together. Not just standing next to each other, but to give the fans a little something to whet their appetite.”
“What do you want?” Jardin asked with a little trepidation.
“Nothing too steamy,” Nicholson said. “The pair of you in lingerie with the hint that, maybe, after the cameras are put away, you two would get a little more intimate.”
“A bit of gentle making out is all we’re after,” Charlene said. “Obviously, only as much as you’re comfortable with.”
Jardin and Debbie looked at each other. Not so long ago they couldn’t bear to be in the same room as each other and now they were being asked to make out.
“What do you think, Jardin?” Debbie asked her.
“Well, I suppose it could work,” she said.
“Excellent,” Nicholson said. “And if this is a successful shoot, if you girls really work it, I’m sure Charlene would be more than happy to pose with you next time.”
Jardin and Debbie both looked hungrily at Charlene. “Oh, we’ll make it work,” Debbie said, her heart racing at the thought of getting close to Charlene.
† † † † †
“My God,” Reinhard said as Debbie and Jardin walked on to the set -- a large double bed covered with a quilt and several pillows set against a stark white background -- and took their positions on either side of it. “You two look absolutely fucking gorgeous,” he said.
“You’re not wrong,” his assistant Adam said, setting the high definition cameras running.
“I’m glad you like their look,” Charlene said from the doorway. “Remember, girls, make this as sexy as you can. I look forward to seeing the finished video and pictures.” She waved goodbye to the four of them.
“Okay, girls,” Reinhard said. “Let’s get started.”
The first part of the shoot went as expected by both Debbie and Jardin. Reinhard directed them into various poses both singly and together. There was a lot of genuine smiles, some deep cleavage shots, the pair of them kneeling on the bed, their perfect asses pointed at the camera as they looked over their shoulders. All of which they’d done before.
As Adam adjusted the lighting reflectors and Reinhard altered some settings on his camera, Jardin leaned towards Debbie as they both lay back on the bed.
“This is perhaps not as sexy as Charlene was hoping for, maybe?” she whispered. “We have not even opened our corsets yet.”
“I know,” Debbie agreed. “Maybe we need to take the initiative?”
“Oui,” Jardin whispered. “I think you are right.”
Debbie’s eyes widened as Jardin leaned closer and kissed her, tentatively at first but then, as Debbie’s mouth opened, with more and genuine passion. Jardin brought her hand up the silky corset and cupped one of Debbie’s huge tits, gently squeezing it as their tongues duelled in each other’s mouth. Debbie moaned and returned the favour, filling her hand with one of Jardin’s big mounds, feeling her nipple stiffen through the fabric.
Reinhard and Adam both turned at the sound of Debbie’s moan and stared for the briefest of seconds as two of the most gorgeous women they’d set eyes on made out together on a large bed. In an instant, though, both of them had their cameras in hand, taking stills and video of the action.
Jardin looked up and smiled at Reinhard’s camera for a moment as she undid the clasps on Debbie’s corset, the two sides springing apart as Debbie’s huge tits were finally freed from the too small lingerie, her small, dark nipples hard as stone. Jardin didn’t hesitate but leaned down and slowly licked around the crinkled skin, sucking hard on her nipple.
“Oh God -- oh, bloody hell that’s good,” Debbie sighed, cradling Jardin’s head as she sucked first one then the other nipple. “Let me -- let me do yours,” she gasped.
Jardin let her nipples go and moved up the bed, still leaning on her side, her huge tits now swelling over the top of her corset above Debbie’s head. The English model reached up and pulled Jardin’s corset open, smiling as Jardin’s big, fake tits almost exploded from the bodice. With a moan of pure lust, Debbie grabbed one of her mounds, opened her mouth and guided the firm orb to her, sucking and gently biting her nipple.
“Oui, suce-moi,” Jardin gasped, watching her friend get as much of her tit between her lips as she could. She parted her legs and slipped her hand inside the tiny lace G-string she wore, her fingers finding her soaking wet pussy, two digits easily dipping inside. She had never been this horny, never been this wet. “Dieu -- tout va bien,” she moaned, fingering her sopping twat, watching Debbie all the while.
Debbie mimicked her, drawing her own legs up and spreading them wide. Still nursing on Jardin’s big jugs, she slid her free hand into her own G-string, across the small, trimmed landing strip of her pubes and pushed two fingers deep into her cunt.
“Let me,” Jardin whispered, taking her own fingers out of her pussy and reaching over to Debbie’s. Pushing her G-string aside, she slid her two juice covered fingers into Debbie’s cunt alongside hers.
“Oh fuck!” Debbie cried, four fingers now working in her soaking pussy, sliding over and around each other. Jardin leaned down and kissed her, their tongues deep in each other’s mouths as they finger fucked her. “Oh God!” Debbie gasped, thrusting her cunt up over and over as they moved their fingers faster and deeper. “Fucking -- cumming!” she cried, her pussy spasming and clutching around their fingers until she could take no more and had to push Jardin’s hand away, laying back and gasping for air.
Jardin looked down at her, smiling. “Was that good?” she asked after a minute or so.
Debbie smiled back, nodding. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard or fast,” she said.
“Bon. And have you recovered?” Debbie nodded again. “Bon,” Jardin said, climbing up and over her, flinging one leg over her side and leaning up against the headboard of the bed, her knees spread wide either side of Debbie’s head. She hastily tore her G-string off and tossed it to one side. “Eat me,” she said not unkindly.
Debbie’s eyes widened for a moment as she saw Jardin’s moist, plump pussy descending towards her face but then reached up, grabbed her taut butt cheeks and pulled her down. She kissed her pussy tenderly, running her tongue along the soaked furrow, tasting another woman for the very first time, licking gently at her clit before pushing her tongue as deep into her cunt as she could.
“Ahhhh -- oui -- oui -- manger ma chatte,” Jardin moaned, loving the feel of Debbie’s hands on her ass as she pulled her cunt down on to her tongue. She cupped one of her big tits and pulled it upwards, bending her head and licking at her own nipple. She gasped as Debbie moved her hand round and easily pushed three fingers deep into her pussy, fucking them in and out as she lick and sucked at her clit.
“Ugggnnnnn -- oui -- oui,” Jardin sighed, feeling the tell-tale trembling in her insides as her orgasm built, her thighs shaking as she pushed her twat down on to Debbie’s face and fingers until, with a drawn out grown, she came for the first time with another woman.
Debbie pushed her tongue deeper into Jardin’s pussy, loving the feeling of her cunt clutching and twitching around her fingers, thrusting them in and out, working her pussy through her orgasm until Jardin could take no more and twisted away, falling back on to the bed. Debbie instantly rose up and crawled over her, their huge tits squashing together as they kissed passionately, swapping Jardin’s pussy juices.
“Fucking hell that was hot,” Reinhard said.
The two models looked up at him and Adam and giggled, remembering they were there and that the whole thing had been filmed.
“Do you think that will be sexy enough for Charlene?” Debbie whispered to Jardin.
“Oh, certainemaint,” Jardin whispered back. “But who will be in the photo shoot with her?”
Debbie leaned down and kissed her. “I’ve a feeling she’d be happy to have us both,” she said and instantly thought of the vision she’d had when first meeting Charlene, of herself on hands and knees as Charlene fucked her from behind with a strap-on.
“And maybe she will wear a fake cock, eh?” Jardin asked, thinking of the vision she had had with Charlene.
Debbie looked at her, wondering how she knew what she was thinking.
“I think we should compare notes,” she said, moving lower and licking at Jardin’s still erect nipples. “Let’s go back to my room,” she said.
CHAPTER FOUR – DEBBIE, JARDIN AND WANDA HAVE SUSPICIONS... AND SEX!
“Good Lord, Wanda,” Debbie Romani said, “they look amazing.”
“Oui, ils sont incroyables,” Jardin Découpage agreed.
Wanda Soldado, their friend and until recently fellow non-nude model, stood in front of them holding her blouse open. Her once all-natural tits had been enhanced at the suggestion of their agent, Damian Nicholson, and she now proudly showed off the result: two gorgeous, round fake tits that were bigger than her originals, bringing her up to the same size and shape as those of Debbie and Jardin.
“I can’t fucking believe how quickly they’ve healed,” Wanda said, cupping both her new tits, “or how good they feel,” she said, her nipples hardening beneath her fingers. She could feel her pussy moisten, the G-string she wore beneath her jeans becoming damp. Despite having been blessed with big tits, Wanda had never found them to be that sensitive; her new and enhanced pair were different and she found herself getting horny just by touching them.
“Before you get carried away,” Debbie said with some difficulty, tearing her gaze away from her friend’s tits, “we need to talk about Charlene.”
“Fine,” Wanda said, pouting playfully, closing her blouse over her huge jugs. She sat on one of the large chairs dotting the room while Debbie and Jardin remained seated on the big couch.
Since signing with Damian Nicholson, their agent, the three former non-nude models had re-launched their careers with a series of topless shoots. To protect them from the attention this had received, Nicholson had moved them into his huge LA mansion where they each had a suite of rooms comprising a sitting room, bedroom and bathroom, with a communal kitchen staffed by a chef and two assistants at their beck and call. They were currently sat in Wanda’s sitting room, Debbie and Jardin having the day off to meet their friend who had just returned from her boob job.
“So, what’s up?” Wanda asked. “Charlene decide which of you lucky bitches are going to pose with her after that video you shot?”
Debbie and Jardin swapped a brief glance, both of them smiling shyly. Their first photo and video shoot together had meant to be steamy but, to the surprise of both of them, they’d ended up having full blown sex, fingering each other’s pussies and Debbie even eating Jardin out. That a shoot with Charlene had been on offer had started out as an incentive, but they’d obviously enjoyed each other even without that.
“You have seen the video?” Jardin asked.
“Oh yeah,” Wanda said with a big grin. “Charlene sent me it last night. Have to admit, I’ve never been into girl-girl stuff but you two looked fucking hot together.”
“Did it -- did it get you hot?” Debbie asked, a little nervously.
Wanda paused before answering. “Honestly? Yeah, it did,” she said quietly. “I watched it five or six times, watched you fingering each other and you know what I wanted? I wanted to be there with you, fucking and sucking right alongside you.”
Jardin and Debbie smiled at their friend’s admission.
“I have a feeling the three of us will be starring together soon, non?” she said.
“I don’t doubt it,” Debbie said, watching Wanda’s hand subconsciously slide into her blouse, cupping her new, big tits. “But that’s not what we want to talk about.”
“When you first met Charlene,” Jardin asked Wanda, “did you experience anything -- how you say? -- out of the ordinary?”
Wanda looked from one to the other. “Yeah, you could say that,” she said. “When I shook her hand, I had this -- this vision of her and me fucking. I was laid on my back and she was holding my hips up, fucking me with this big, fake cock that looked really real. And now I think about it, I had these huge, false tits as well,” she said, grabbing her newly enhanced mounds and squeezing them, forming a deep cleavage that both Debbie and Jardin stared at. “Something tells me I ain’t alone in that,” Wanda said.
“When I met her, I had a similar -- vision,” Jardin said. “Charlene was laying on a large bed wearing a -- a big strap-on and -- I was riding up and down on it.”
“I was on all fours on a bed -- and Charlene was -- was doing me from behind,” Debbie said, blushing slightly.
“And yet,” Jardin said, “none of us have ever been interested in women before we met her. But that is not, perhaps, the strangest thing.” Wanda frowned at her. “I was in New York when Charlene met me, Debbie was in England, and you?”
“I was here. Well, in LA, anyway.”
“And can you remember the date?” Debbie asked.
“Fuck,” Wanda said, trying to think back. “It was a Friday, almost a month ago now -- oh wait, yeah, it was Friday the thirteenth.”
“It was also the same day that Charlene met me and Debbie.”
“What? Did she have a private jet or something?”
Debbie shook her head. “No, we’ve worked out the times, even taking into account the different time zones. Did she meet you in the afternoon?” Wanda nodded. “Then somehow, on the same day, and at the same time, she was in New York, LA and England.”
“But that’s impossible,” Wanda said.
“And yet, it happened,” Jardin said.
All three looked up at a sudden knocking at the door. Wanda tucked her blouse back into her jeans, though she didn’t bother doing it up, and answered the door, finding one of the chef’s assistants srood outside, holding a tray.
“Chef thought you might like a light lunch,” he said. Wanda thanked him and took the tray back to the small table in front of the sofa. It held a collection of cold meats and some salad, a few pickles and sides and some dressing, along with a jug of orange juice and some glasses.
“You’re sure about the date and times?” Wanda asked, pouring each of them a glass of juice. When they didn’t reply, she looked up to find both Debbie and Jardin staring at her. Or rather, at her huge tits which, as she’d bent over to pour the drinks, had spilled from her blouse. “Oops,” she said with a laugh, not bothering to put herself back in order.
All three took large gulps of their juice as they picked at the light salad.
“Are we going to ask her about it?” Debbie asked. “You know, being in three different places, thousands of miles apart at the same time?”
“I don’t know,” Jardin said. “I cannot think of an explanation for it.”
“Maybe she’s actually triplets?” Wanda said. “God, can you imagine three of her? That would be so fucking horny.”
“I think it’s safe to admit it, now,” Jardin said, “that we all want to fuck her, non?”
Debbie blushed a little but nodded. “I can’t stop thinking about her. She was the first woman I really fantasised about.”
“Was the first?” Wanda asked. “That implies there’s others.”
“Well,” Debbie said a little hesitantly at first. “Since we solved our differences and started modelling together, I’ve sort of -- well -- been thinking about you two, as well.”
“And I, also,” Jardin said, looking from one to the other. “That is why I was very happy you were -- receptive to me when we posed together,” she said to Debbie. She reached out and took Debbie’s hand, pulling her closer. As Wanda looked on, the two busty models kissed, gently at first then with more passion, their tongues sliding around each other’s.
“God damn, that’s hot,” Wanda said quietly, watching them making out.
Jardin broke the kiss. “I think Wanda is feeling, how you say, left out?”
Debbie looked over at the American. “What do you say, Wanda? Want to get your hands on these?” she asked, reaching up and cupping Jardin’s huge tits.
“Hell yeah,” Wanda said, quickly stepping over the small table and kneeling in front of the sofa, between Jardin’s legs. Between them, Debbie and Jardin pulled up her T-shirt, freeing her massive jugs, revealing her small, hard nipples. “Mmmm,” Wanda said, leaning forward and, for the first time in her life, sucking and groping at another woman’s tits.
Debbie went back to kissing Jardin, at the same time sliding her hand down her taut belly and under the waistband of her loose sweatpants. Jardin gasped as she felt Debbie’s fingers slide over her neatly trimmed hair and between her already soaking pussy lips, spreading the hot folds gently before easing a finger inside her.
“Uhhhhnnn -- oui -- oh, oui,” she sighed, spreading her legs to allow Debbie even more access.
Wanda glanced down and saw Debbie rummaging in Jardin’s pants. “Mind if I join in?” she asked. Without waiting for an answer, she pushed a hand down the front of Jardin’s sweat pants, her fingers meeting Debbie’s.
Jardin groaned as she felt Wanda slip a finger inside her twat alongside Debbie, both of them fingering her slowly. “Ooooh, c’est bien,” she murmured, looking up a moment later as Wanda pulled her hand free and knelt back up, pushing her legs together. Before she could do anything, Jardin watched as Wanda grabbed her sweatpants and yanked them off, flinging them to the side. Wanda grabbed her friend’s knees and spread her legs again, winking at her before she dived between them, eager to get her first taste of pussy.
“Uuhhnnnn, oui -- ahhhh -- eat me, mon cher -- ahhhhhh, oui!” Jardin groaned as Debbie continued gently strumming her clit while Wanda enthusiastically ate her out, plunging her tongue as deep into her cunt as she could, lapping up the juices that poured forth.
“Looks like you like the taste of pussy,” Debbie said to Wanda, kissing Jardin’s neck. “Want to try mine?” Wanda looked up, her lips shiny with Jardin’s juices, and smiled at her. Debbie quickly sat up and pulled off her T-shirt, her huge tits jiggling softly, before her shorts went the same way. She flung one leg over Jardin, straddling her, her big mounds in her face, her twat and perfect ass pointing towards Wanda.
Wanda grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them, shoving her tongue deep into her soaking wet cunt in one move, licking and slurping at her pussy while Jardin sucked on Debbie’s huge jugs.
“Oh -- oh, bloody hell -- oh, that’s good,” Debbie sighed as her friends kissed and licked at her. “Ooooooh!” she exclaimed in surprise as she felt Wanda raise her head slightly, her tongue darting and licking at her tight asshole. “Oh -- oh, Jardin -- she’s eating my arse!”
“La sale pute,” Jardin sighed, slipping two fingers into her own cunt, fingering herself as she returned to sucking on Debbie’s huge tits.
“I like a bit of butt play,” Wanda said, kissing Debbie’s asshole. “Figured you would too with this gorgeous fucking ass of yours.”
“Oh -- oh -- no-one -- no-one’s ever done -- that before,” Debbie said, reaching behind her and helping Wanda spread her butt cheeks, giving her more room to get her tongue as far into her ass as she could. “Oh God -- oh God, yes!” she cried as she felt Wanda slide a finger into her pussy and then, a second later, another one eased into her tight asshole.
“Are you going to cum, mon cher?” Jardin asked her, still finger-fucking herself.
“Oh God -- oh, God -- yes -- cumming!” Debbie groaned as her body shook from the stimulation she was receiving, her orgasm racking through her from the top of her head to her toes. Beneath her, Jardin started gasping as well, bringing herself off at the same time.
As the two models slowly came down, Wanda moved back, pulling her fingers free of Debbie’s holes. She looked at them as Debbie collapsed on her ass back on the sofa, and stood slowly, walking off to her bedroom. She returned a moment later, naked with a large, black rubber dildo in her hands, a smile on her face.
“You two have had yours, now I want mine,” she said, waving the fake dick at them. She moved them apart and sat between them, Jardin on her right, Debbie on her left. Spreading her legs wide, she handed the dildo to Jardin, pulling Debbie’s head down on to her huge, fake tits. “That’s it, baby,” she said, “suck those big fucking titties.”
Debbie did just that, cupping and sucking Wanda’s huge, enhanced jugs.
“Come on,” Wanda said to Jardin. “Put that big dick to some use.”
Jardin reached between Wanda’s legs and ran the head of the rubber cock along her pussy lips before sliding the thick length inside, half its impressive size easing in on the first stroke she was so wet.
“Oooohhh, fuck yeah, that’s it -- fuck my pussy, bitch -- fuck it hard!” Wanda groaned.
Jardin did as she was told, shoving the thick cock deep into Wanda’s cunt hard and fast, bringing it almost all the way out before ramming it back inside her, dipping her head and sucking on one of her huge tits as she did, Debbie sucking on the other. Debbie moved her hand down and under Wanda’s ass, gently fingering her asshole which was slick where her cunt juices had run down from her pussy. As Jardin continued fucking her pussy with the dildo, Debbie pushed a finger inside Wanda’s ass.
“Ahhhh fuck! Yeah! That’s it, bitches -- fuck me -- fuck me good!” Wanda shouted, holding their heads to her tits.
The pair of them slid their finger or the dildo in and out of her pussy and ass over and over, building up the tempo as Wanda shouted encouragement until, with a great gasp and a moan, Wanda came, shaking and shuddering as she did.
“Fuck -- fucking hell,” she gasped a few minutes later as the three of them lay on the sofa. “What have we become?” she asked with a laugh.
† † † † †
Charlene Nicholson sat in her office, watching her computer monitor. There were two windows open on the large screen, one showing Wanda’s sitting room, the three models relaxing after their sex session. The other showed her father sat at his desk in his customary suit and tie, his hands clasped in front of him. His skin, however, was a deep, dark red, his fingernails jet black and his eyes glowed yellow.
“It seems they’re beginning to suspect something’s odd,” Charlene said to her father.
“Hardly surprising,” Damian Nicholson said. “They’ve gone from being slightly prissy models who wouldn’t even go topless to having impromptu Sapphic orgies.”
“Shall I initiate the next phase?” Charlene asked, stroking her own huge tits as she stared at the three naked women on her monitor.
“I think so. I’ll leave it up to you which one you choose.”
“Thank you, father.”
Charlene closed his window and looked back at the three women and smiled.
CHAPTER FIVE – IT ALL COMES TO A SURPRISING END
Charlene sighed as she sat at her desk, looking at the onscreen message from her father. She'd had plans to draw things out, to tease and have fun with Jardin, Debbie and Wanda but it was apparently not to be. Her father's plans had moved faster than either of them had anticipated so they were calling a halt to their operation here and moving on. Her hope was that the three models had enjoyed their time here enough to want to come with them.
A knock at her door made her look up and call for her visitor to enter.
“Oh, hello girls. I was just thinking of you,” she said as Jardin, Debbie and Wanda walked in.
“We are wondering, Charlene,” Jardin said in her light French accent, “if we might speak with you.”
“Of course, take a seat,” she said, indicating the large couch in front of her desk. She stood and walked around the front of it, leaning her pert ass against it as the three models sat on the couch. “Actually, I needed to talk to you as well so this is quite fortunate. You first, though.”
The three of them looked at each other before Debbie spoke up in her clipped British tones.
“We were talking this morning about how we all -- first met you and -- and when it happened.”
“And?”
“Well, we were all thousands of miles apart -- I was in England, Jardin in New York and Wanda in LA -- but you met us all on the same day at roughly the same time. Which -- which is impossible.”
“That would be unusual. Anything else unusual about when we met?”
“Something -- something happened when we shook your hand.”
“And what did happen?” Charlene asked, reaching up and toying with one of the buttons on her blouse, the sheer white silk stretched tight across her huge tits.
“Each of us had a -- a vision of you -- having -- having sex with us,” Debbie said, blushing slightly.
“Really?” Charlene said with a broad grin. “And what was I doing to you all?”
“You were -- you were -- “ Debbie faltered and fell silent.
“You were fucking us with a big strap-on,” Wanda blurted out.
“Uh-huh. And did you like it?” Charlene said, looking at each of them in turn, grinning as they all nodded shyly. “And would you like me to do that to you now?” she asked, popping a couple of buttons on her shirt, exposing more of her impressive cleavage. “Would you like me to shove a big cock inside you, one after the other?”
All three watched transfixed as she undid more and more buttons, her silk blouse falling open, her huge, fake tits encased in a black lace bra that pushed them up and together forming a deep, dark, inviting cleavage.
“Fuck yes,” Wanda said quietly, reaching up and cupping her own tits through her T-shirt.
“But -- how could you be -- in three places at once?” Jardin asked, trying desperately to remember the reason they were there.
“Because I’m not human,” Charlene said, unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to the floor, standing before them in her bra, black lace hold up stockings and a tiny black G-string. “My father and I are magical creatures -- demons, I suppose you’d call us -- and we have powers that you can only dream of. But,” she paused and pulled aside her underwear, sliding two fingers into her sopping, hairless pussy as the other women stared enraptured. “Mmmmm -- fuck -- ahhhh, yeah,” she sighed, gently stroking at her clit. “But you can enjoy them, too -- mmmmm -- if you’d like to join us,”
Debbie, Jardin and Wanda watched her finger fuck herself in front of them, her words not registering at first.
“Demons?” Debbie said at last. “But they -- they don’t exist.”
“Really?” Charlene said. She leaned back against the desk, raising her left foot and placing it on the wooden surface, her fingers still working in her now splayed open pussy. “Would you like to see my true form? My demon self?”
Without waiting for an answer, Charlene sighed and closed her eyes. Her skin began to darken, as did her hair, the former turning a deep crimson, the latter becoming jet black as did her nails. Her already big tits swelled, becoming even bigger yet remaining high and firm on her chest. Sprouting from behind her, above her perfect ass cheeks, a long, prehensile tail appeared, a few inches thick, the end of it slightly bulbous. Her underwear dissolved, stockings, G-string and bra simply falling away in tatters leaving her completely naked, her now dark red nipples exposed. Two thick horns sprouted from the top of her forehead, rounded at the ends rather than pointed.
Fingers still sliding in and out of her juicy pussy, Charlene opened her now yellow, cat like eyes and smiled at them.
The three models sat stunned, watching as Charlene’s long tail slid around her belly, up between her huge tits and nuzzled against her mouth. A long, spit covered, forked tongue lolled out of her mouth and wrapped around her tail, moving up and down, as if it was jerking off a big dick. None of the models were that surprised when the bulbous head of the tail expanded a little, skin rolling back to reveal a flared cock head. It moved up and Charlene purred in delight as she started to suck on the end of her own tail/cock.
“Fucking hell,” Wanda whispered, the first to find her voice.
“Vous avez dit que,” Jardin breathed.
“That -- that’s impossible,” Debbie said.
Charlene popped her tail out of her mouth and licked the end, pre-cum dribbling down its length.
“And yet here I stand before you,” she said. “If you’d like to join in, there’s more to go round,” she said. At her words, the skin above her pussy bulged briefly before a thick, foot long cock emerged, the rounded knob’s slit dripping clear pre-cum as it bobbed in front of her.
Charlene hefted one of her huge tits and licked her nipple, her long forked tongue leaving a stream of saliva on the red orb. One hand continued sliding her fingers in and out of her cunt, the other took hold of her big cock and jerked on it slowly.
“Oh my God,” Wanda said, unable to tear her eyes from the sight. “I -- I have got to have some of that,” she said.
To the surprise of her friends, she stood and rushed over to Charlene. She dropped to her knees and without ceremony buried her face in her twat, eagerly slurping and sucking at the folds, cramming her tongue up her cunt. At the same time she reached up and wrapped her fingers around Charlene’s meaty shaft, joining her in jerking on her big cock.
“Ahhhh, yes -- eat me, Wanda -- eat my pussy,” Charlene said, kissing the head of her tail/cock as it bobbed and weaved in front of her as if it had a life of its own. She looked over at where Debbie and Jardin still sat. “Well, girls?” she asked.
“Mon Dieu,” Jardin said as she stood. “I cannot resist.”
She quickly joined Wanda, kneeling beside her but while her American friend continued lapping at Charlene’s pussy, Jardin wrapped her lips around the dark red head of her crimson cock and took as much of its length into her mouth as she could. Charlene grabbed a handful of her hair and gently pushed her further down on to her cock, the pre-cum drooling knob nudging against the back of her throat and making her gag but Jardin didn’t complain.
“Fucking hell -- damn that feels good,” Charlene sighed, looking down between her enormous tits and watching the two girls make a meal of her cunt and prick. “Come on, Debbie,” she said, taking hold of her tail/cock and pointing it at her. “Come join us.”
Debbie sat, staring at her two friends who were so obviously enjoying themselves with the transformed Charlene, Wanda eating her pussy while -- though it seemed strange to think it -- Jardin sucked on her cock. Debbie felt her own nipples become hard, her own pussy flooding with juices and yet -- something held her back.
“Girls,” Charlene said to Jardin and Wanda, stroking their hair and making them look up at her. “It looks like Debbie’s going to need some persuasion to join us.”
The two former non-nude models turned back to their friend and, as one, almost pounced on her, holding her in place as they stripped her, pulling her sweatpants and T-shirt off despite only the slightest resistance from Debbie. Once she was naked, Charlene stepped over to them, her huge red cock bobbing in front of her, her dick-headed tail weaving alongside her.
“Oh God -- this is wrong,” Debbie said as Charlene knelt between her legs. Despite her words, she didn’t struggle as Jardin and Wanda pulled her legs apart, all three of them watching as Charlene took hold of her cock and rubbed it up and down her soaking wet cunt lips.
“Ahhh, but it feels right,” Charlene moaned as she moved her hips forward, sliding the bulbous knob of her cock into Debbie’s cunt, inch after scarlet inch slipping deep inside her.
“Oh fuck -- oh my God yes!” Debbie cried as Charlene started fucking her, pushing more and more of her cock in and out of her cunt with each thrust, fucking her with long slow thrusts. As Jardin leaned down and sucked on one of Debbie’s big tits, Wanda kissed Debbie, the pair of them darting their tongues into each other’s mouths as Charlene fucked her. Charlene’s tail moved forward, the big dick-like head slipping between their lips, letting both of them lick and suck at it.
“You like this now, Debbie?” Charlene asked her, speeding up her thrusts.
“Oh yes -- oh hell yes,” she gasped into Wanda’s mouth, Charlene’s tail/cock slipping inside for a moment.
“And do all three of you want this to continue?” Charlene asked them. She laughed as all three gasped that they most definitely did. “Good. Accept my sacrament willingly and my father and I will make you queens of an Earth.”
She pulled her cock from Debbie’s pussy -- making the Englishwoman moan in disappointment -- before moving forward, straddling Debbie’s hips. She withdrew her tail and smiled as all three models began licking and sucking at her huge cock, taking it in turns to feed it to one another.
“Do you -- ahhhh, fuck -- do you take this -- of your -- ahhh -- own free will?” Charlene gasped.
“Give it to us,” Wanda said, looking up at her.
“Oui, give it to us,” Jardin said, running her tongue along Charlene’s cock.
“Give us your cum,” Debbie gasped.
With a groan, Charlene came, a huge stream of white jizz splashing out of her dick and over Debbie’s face before she clamped her lips around the head and took the second spurt down her throat. Jardin grabbed the bucking fuck meat and swallowed the next shot before pushing it over to Wanda for her to eagerly swallow the next. Once all three had taken her cum, Charlene reared back a little and stroked her cock, sending the next dozen or so shots over their faces, painting their gorgeous features with her cum.
Finally, she moved back a little and watched as the three of them lapped her jism from each other’s faces.
“Oh my father’s going to love you,” she said.
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Sometime later, the four women stood behind Damian Nicholson, Charlene’s father, as he stared at a large screen in front of him. His skin, too, was a deep, dark crimson like Charlene’s though hers was currently back to what the girls thought of as normal. Each of the women was naked; Nicholson preferred them that way and they were happy to oblige.
On the screen in front of him was a naked woman, kneeling, her long black hair pulled into a ponytail falling down her bare back, her round, pert ass sat on her heels. Her arms were held up and in front of her, her wrists together, her head bowed. Her huge tits hung in perfect orbs from her chest, her pale skin almost golden in the light. Arranged on a rough shelf in front of her were five golden statuettes and in front of each of them was a large candle, the only light source in the chamber where she knelt.
“Thank you, Jennifer,” Nicholson said to the woman on the screen. “You’ve done well to find these idols.”
“I am here to serve you, Master,” the woman said without looking up.
“That’s good to hear,” Nicholson said. “Complete the ritual and our reign on your Earth can begin at last.”
Nicholson, Charlene, Jardin, Wanda and Debbie watched as the woman, Jennifer, stood up and, one by one, kissed the golden idols on the shelf. She took hold of the candles and, not letting the flames extinguish, dripped molten wax over the tops of the gold statues. When all five had a coating of the pale, creamy wax, she moved the idols together into a circle and chanted something under her breath. Once she was finished, she stepped back and returned to her previous position, kneeling down, arms up and out, wrists together.
“Arise, my lord,” she said. “Arise so that the gate may be opened to our Master.”
Watching from his office, his daughter and new recruits behind him, Nicholson smiled.
THE END
