He was a lawyer by day and an artsy nude photographer at night. That was what got me. I didn’t think that a lawyer could be shady, because I had never met a lawyer in person, I’d only seen them on TV. Now I definitely know that lawyers are some fucked up people, but I was just 19 and I was new to this whole, “Getting Naked In Front of Strangers,” thing.
I printed out the Mapquest directions to his house and headed over, basically holding my breath the whole time. The town he lived it was ritzy, but I wasn’t ready for the amount of wealth this guy had. His huge house was behind a gate. If cell phones were a thing, I would have called him up and canceled. As it was though, I pressed the buzzer and said, “Hello?” with a fuck ton of intimidation in my voice. He verified that it was me and the golden gate slowly revealed the massive house behind it.
The garage door was open. As I drove slowly up the circular driveway, a set of headlights flooded my eyes so I hit the breaks. A cherry red Porsche 911 convertible breezed through the door, looking as sleek and sexy as Kristina Rose’s butthole. Even though I was totally in love with my ‘82 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme (lolz) I was suddenly ashamed of my wheels. It got me to and from work and college, but this guy? This guy was riding in luxury.
The lawyer/photographer hopped out of the driver’s side with a smile on his face. It was totally obvious that I was impressed with everything he had dumped on me.
“I’d like to start out on the car, if you don’t mind,” was the first thing that he said to me.
“Right here in the driveway?”
“Yes, let’s work out here till we lose the light.”
I asked him if I could head into a bathroom to change but he was like, no…just change out here.
Oh, bet?
I felt like he was calling my bluff…like I didn’t have the balls to do it.
And that’s how I ended up in a millionaire’s driveway totally naked except for a pair of four inch heels.
Game on, fuck boy…let’s party.
I stood next to the car and tried my best to recreate the faces and poses that the models in the nudie magazines made. My hands stayed on my tits and playfully covered my pussy. I opened up the car door and put a leg up so that he could barely see the pink of my pussy. He got down on the gravel and started shooting straight up at me. I must have looked like I was 7 feet tall in the pictures. All Giantess porn and shit.
I tried to fuck him, but he wasn’t down. I distinctly remember him not being into my body type. He was legit just in this for the pictures…which I never saw. I wonder if he never contacted me again because I was a terrible model or if I came on too strong. My bff said that he was just some perv who liked to have one night stands with film.
Whatever. Fingers crossed he reads this and ends up sending them to me. That’d be super great.
Image: Harlot’s Private Stash from 2005-ish (and yes that is a piercing in my sternum…and yes that piercing in my sternum hurt a whole fucking lot)
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