Studio Secret

The moment Jenna stepped into the studio, my cock twitched against my jeans. She was the cute waitress from the corner café who always lingered at my table with that teasing smile, but tonight she wasn’t wearing her uniform. Just a short silk robe that barely covered her thighs and a nervous flush on her cheeks.

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this, Marcus,” she whispered, glancing around the dimly lit photo studio I rented after hours. “You promise these pictures stay between us?”

I locked the door behind her, heart hammering. “Only if you want them to, Jenna. But I’ve been watching you bend over my table for months, wondering what that trimmed little pussy looks like up close. You said you were curious too.”

She bit her lip, eyes dropping to the growing bulge in my pants. “Fuck… yeah, I have. Every time I poured your coffee I got wet thinking about you staring at me.” Her voice dropped, husky. “So where do you want me?”

I didn’t waste time. I pulled her close, kissing her hard while my hands tugged the robe open. Her tits spilled out, nipples already tight. I dropped to my knees right there on the studio floor, spreading her legs. The scent of her arousal hit me instantly, sweet and musky.

“Show me,” I growled, fingers tracing her smooth inner thighs.

Jenna shivered, parting her folds with two fingers. “Like this? See how I keep it trimmed just for you? Neat little landing strip above my clit… oh shit, Marcus, your breath is so hot on me.”

I leaned in and dragged my tongue slowly up her slit, tasting her slick juices. She moaned loud, hips bucking. My tongue circled her swollen clit while two fingers sank deep into her tight pussy, curling against that spongy spot that made her gasp.

“God, yes… eat my pussy,” she begged, one hand fisting my hair. “I’ve fingered myself in the café bathroom thinking about your mouth right here. Fuck, you’re better than I imagined.”

I sucked her clit hard, fingers pumping faster, her trimmed hairs tickling my nose with every lick. Her legs started shaking. I stood up, spinning her toward the photography backdrop, bending her over the velvet chaise. My cock sprang free, thick and veined, already leaking pre-cum.

Jenna looked back, eyes wide. “Holy shit, it’s bigger than I thought. Put it in me. Now.”

I rubbed the fat head along her dripping slit, teasing her entrance before thrusting in hard. Her pussy clenched around me like velvet fire, so wet the obscene squelch filled the studio. I grabbed her hips and started pounding, watching her ass ripple with every deep stroke.

“Harder, Marcus! Fuck my trimmed cunt,” she cried, pushing back to meet me. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed off the walls. I reached around and rubbed her clit in tight circles, feeling her walls flutter.

She came first, screaming, pussy gushing around my cock. I pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the chaise, and spread her legs wide. The studio lights caught every glistening detail of her neatly trimmed pussy, lips puffy and open, clit throbbing.

I slid back inside her in one smooth thrust, leaning down to suck on her tits while I fucked her deep and slow. “Look at that pretty pussy taking every inch,” I groaned against her skin. “So fucking tight and wet for me.”

Jenna wrapped her legs around my waist, nails digging into my back. “Don’t stop… I’m gonna cum again. Fill me up, please. I want to feel your cum dripping out of me when I go home.”

Her words sent me over. I pounded faster, balls tightening, then buried myself to the hilt. Thick ropes of cum flooded her pussy, so much it leaked out around my shaft as she squeezed me through her second orgasm. We stayed locked together, panting, sweat slick between us.

After a minute she laughed breathlessly, reaching down to feel the mess. “Next time you come into the café, I’m wearing a skirt with no panties. You can drag me to the back room and fuck this trimmed pussy again.”

I kissed her swollen lips, already imagining the next dirty photo session. “Deal. But tonight we’re not done. I still need shots of you covered in my cum.”