55. I’m Not Doing This for Fun
"Fuck..." Layra muttered, realizing what he wanted. So she grabbed a condom from her purse nearby, quickly tearing the wrapper open.
Then she rolled the latex down his shaft to make sure she was protected. Then, without much hesitation, she leaned down, taking him into her mouth while lowering her hips to press her pussy against his lips.
Frank didn't wait any longer. His tongue slipped out, licking along her slit, tasting her wetness before pushing in. The sensation was messy and intense, but it lacked the spark she needed. The heat that had been building up inside her from the photoshoot just simmered, never really reaching a peak.
She moaned around Frank's cock anyway, sucking it more eagerly to keep up the act. She had always loved being pleasured this way, but with him, her body just was not responding the way she wanted it to.
"God... you're so wet, baby," Frank groaned into her pussy as he ate her out, his hands gripping her ass hard. The wet sounds of his tongue slipping in and out of her filled the room, mingling with Layra's muffled moans around his protected shaft.
She was dripping onto his face, her body quivering from his rough but relentless oral skills. As she tried to force her own excitement to build, she got more aggressive with the way she sucked Frank, her head bobbing up and down, her tongue swirling around the tip.
They stayed like that for a few minutes, the two of them lost in the act, but then Frank pulled back from her pussy just enough to talk. "Don't make me cum like this, Layra... I want to fuck you."
Hearing him say that made Layra pull her mouth away from his cock with a wet pop. Her breath came in heavy pants, her eyes a bit dazed. "Alright, big guy," she panted, her voice thick with fake lust. "Your cock's going to have to finish the job."
Then, before Frank could respond, Layra shifted, positioning herself to straddle him. She hovered her wet, swollen pussy right over his dick, teasing him for a second before she lowered herself slowly.
Both of them let out deep groans as her pussy wrapped around his cock. The heat between her legs made the slide feel decent, even if it was not mind-blowing for her.
"Fuck! You're so hot... so wet and tight." Frank's hands shot up to squeeze her breasts again, pulling her down more firmly onto his lap until he was buried to the hilt inside her.
Layra didn't need his help to take control, though. She rocked her hips, bouncing up and down on his cock, using every ounce of energy she had to ride him hard. Her body moved like she was born to fuck. Each roll of her hips sent a jolt of pleasure through him, though she mostly just felt the friction.
"That's it... just like that! Keep riding me!" Frank groaned, thrusting his hips up to meet hers, making their bodies slap together harder with each movement. He pulled at her nipples, pinching them and tugging as he stared at her with a look of pure, desperate lust. "You're fucking amazing."
"Ah, shit..." Layra's voice broke into a moan when he pinched a nipple harder. Her tits bounced wildly with each movement.
"You like that, don't you?"
"Yes! I fucking love it... God, your body is driving me crazy."
"Then remember to give me more gigs... to keep seeing this..." Layra whispered against his ear, biting his earlobe just enough to tease him. "After all, I'm not doing this for fun."
Frank grunted at her words, but there was a sly smile on his face. "You drive a hard bargain, baby... but don't worry. I'll make sure you get all the gigs you want... as long as we keep doing this."
The dirty promise was enough to make Layra push harder for the finish line. She bounced even faster, her pussy clenching around his cock like she was trying to milk him dry. And sure enough, just a few more thrusts, and her loud moans broke Frank's control.
"Fuck, Layra... I'm cumming... take it!" he growled, grabbing her waist tightly, his body jerking as his hot cum filled the latex barrier inside her.
Layra kept riding him through his orgasm. She let out a loud, rehearsed cry, forcing her muscles to tighten around him in spasms to fake her own release, though she felt barely a flicker of an actual climax. The whole thing had fallen completely flat for her.
For a long moment, they both sat there, catching their breath, their bodies slick with sweat and the evidence of their quick, wild session.
Finally, Frank pulled her down for a lazy, sloppy kiss, grinning like a man who had just won a prize. "You're something else, Layra."
"Don't forget what you promised, Frank," Layra said, giving him a sultry smile before slowly climbing off him, his softening cock slipping out of her dripping pussy. "You keep your word, and I'll keep riding this ride."
They cleaned up quickly after that, both of them acting like nothing major had happened. And to Layra, it truly hadn't. Just a quick fuck to seal a deal, no strings attached.
Still, she couldn't help but feel a heavy weight in her chest as she walked away. 'Is this really what it comes down to?' she thought with disappointment. 'I gave myself to him, and for what? A mediocre session where I barely felt a thing. He got off, and I am just left here feeling empty. It wasn't even enjoyable.'
She had stepped into a much messier world than the one she was used to. It was a world where lines blurred and everything came with a price.
As she got dressed again and headed out of the studio, she couldn't help but think about Shawn and how he would react if he found out about this. After all, she liked the way they connected with each other after sex. Something inside her wanted to keep feeling that even though neither of them expected a relationship.
'I guess this is why my ex-boyfriend broke up with me. He knew that sooner or later, I would do something like this, just for my career.'
'And Shawn? Maybe... Maybe he will accept me for who I am.' Layra shook her head and laughed at the ridiculous idea. 'Who am I kidding? If I want something real and steady, the last thing I should do is to be like this... But I want more.'
'More fame, attention, and, of course, money. And if I have to fuck some men for that, so be it. I just wish I wouldn't become a person without anyone to share the joys and sorrows with. For now, I should focus on what matters. The path to becoming a top model.'