Studio After Hours
The moment I stepped into the converted warehouse turned photo studio, the air crackled with something electric. Sarah, the curvy waitress from my favorite downtown diner, stood under the softbox lights in a tight black tank top and tiny denim shorts that hugged her juicy ass like a second skin. Her nipples were already poking against the thin fabric, and the way she bit her lip when our eyes locked told me this late-night “modeling gig” wasn’t just about taking headshots anymore.
“Hey, Mike,” she said, voice low and teasing as she twisted a strand of her dark hair. “You really showed up. I was starting to think my favorite regular was all talk and no cock.”
I set my camera bag down, pulse hammering. “You’ve been flirting with me over coffee refills for months, Sarah. Figured it was time to see if that dirty mouth of yours could do more than take orders.”
She laughed, a husky sound that went straight to my dick, and sauntered closer. The studio smelled faintly of vanilla candles and her warm skin. Before I could even adjust a light stand, she was on me, small hands grabbing the front of my shirt.
“Fuck the small talk,” she whispered hot against my neck. “I’ve been wet thinking about this all shift. Touch me.”
My hands slid under her tank top immediately, palming her heavy tits. Her nipples were rock hard. I pinched one and she moaned loud, arching into me. In seconds her top was off, tossed onto a velvet chaise. I spun her around, bending her over the prop table so her round ass pressed back against the bulge in my jeans.
“God, look at this ass,” I growled, yanking her shorts and panties down in one rough tug. Her shaved pussy glistened, lips already swollen and slick. I dragged two fingers through her wetness, spreading it over her clit. Sarah gasped, pushing back greedily.
“Yes… fuck, Mike, I need your cock. Right now. I’ve wanted you to bend me over that damn counter at the diner so many times.”
I freed my thick dick, stroking it once before slapping the heavy head against her dripping slit. She whimpered. Then I pushed in hard, burying half my length in one thrust. Her tight pussy clenched around me like a vice, hot and soaking.
“Shit… you’re so fucking big,” she panted, gripping the edge of the table. “Stretch me. Harder.”
I grabbed her hips and started pounding, the wet slap of skin echoing through the empty studio. Each thrust drove deeper until my balls smacked her clit. Sarah’s moans turned into broken cries, her tits swinging with every impact.
“Like that? You like getting fucked like a slut in the middle of my studio?” I smacked her ass, leaving a pink handprint. She cried out, pussy fluttering.
“Yes! I’m your slut tonight. Don’t stop… I’m gonna come already—fuck!”
Her walls squeezed me rhythmically as she came, juices coating my cock and dripping down her thighs. I didn’t slow down. I pulled out, spun her to face me, and lifted her onto the table. Her legs wrapped around my waist instantly.
Sarah reached between us, guiding my glistening dick back inside her greedy cunt. “Fill me up. I want to feel you come deep.”
I fucked her face-to-face now, slower at first, grinding my pelvis against her swollen clit. She kissed me messily, tongues sliding, tasting the salt on each other’s lips. Her nails dug into my shoulders. I could feel another orgasm building in her by the way her breath hitched.
“Gonna come again,” she gasped between kisses. “Come with me… please, Mike. Shoot it inside me.”
I sped up, slamming into her soaked pussy with short, brutal strokes. The table creaked. Her tits bounced against my chest. When her cunt started pulsing again I buried myself to the hilt and let go. Thick ropes of cum flooded her, so much it leaked out around my cock as I kept thrusting through both our orgasms.
We stayed locked together, panting, sweat slicking our skin. Finally I pulled out slowly, watching my cum drip from her puffy, well-fucked pussy onto the table.
Sarah grinned, lazy and satisfied, running a finger through the mess and licking it clean. “Best tip I’ve ever gotten from a regular. Same time next week?”
I kissed her swollen lips, already getting hard again. “Only if you wear the little apron from the diner… and nothing else.”