My Wiccan “Modeling” Experience [FFF] [oral]

My Wiccan “Modeling” Experience

When one of the girls from my school’s art club texted me asking if I wanted to model for them, I was hesitant.

“Ok, is it a paid gig? And what do you want me to do?” I text back. She must have gotten my number from our college job forum. Our school is extremely secluded, so getting people to work events is often difficult. I put my name on the forum and had already made a few hundred bucks modeling in student shows and serving food at the field day. It was an easy way to make some money, and I really needed it.

She replies quickly. “It’s for a mostly nude shoot. We just need you to come to the forest tonight and take a few photos. We’re paying $700.”

*700*? That was too good to pass up. I don’t mind doing a nude shoot if it is tasteful, and it sounds like fun. “Heck yeah! When and where? Any styling requests?”

She replies again instantly. “Awesome!! Meet us in Smith hall (art building) room 102 at 8 and well all walk out together. A bare face and your hair down is good.”

Easy. I was so excited for the evening. I walked back to my apartment and took a soothing bath so my skin would look glowy and even. When I got out, I put on a face mask and curled my hair.

By the time I was done getting ready, it was almost 8. I put on sweatpants and a tee shirt with no underwear to make disrobing as easy as possible. I looked in the mirror before leaving and almost laughed. I looked cute, but was definitely rocking my standard high-school look, minus the acne. But my skin and hair looked great, and I felt confident as I walked out the door.

When I get to the classroom, there’s two girls waiting for me, Emma and Aya. I knew both of them from freshman English. They were nice enough, but kind of the fake-hippie types, which I found annoying. Emma is wearing sweats and a tee, like myself, but Aya is decked out in an assortment of crystal jewelry and red harem pants.

“Hi!” says Aya, overly friendly. “Thanks so much for coming! You are so gorgeous. This is going to be great.” She pulls out a wad of cash. “Here’s this…” she trails off awkwardly, arm extended. I take the money and tuck it into my bag. The vibe in the room is weird- Aya is loud and intimidating, while Emma is quiet and nervously biting her nails. I’m a little suspicious, but chalk up their strange behavior to the fact they’re asking me to get naked for money. Plus, art chicks are just weird.

“Thanks!” I say, trying to make up for the weirdness.

“Yeah of course! Someone like you is worth it,” says Aya. Emma still hasn’t spoken.

*Someone like me?* A white-bread, average height, brown-haired amateur model? I didn’t know what she meant. “Uh, thanks.”

“Let’s head out there, then.” Emma finally says something. We leave through the back door. It’s not a long walk out to the trail, and it’s a nice, pleasantly cool evening.

“So, how did you guys get lights out here?” I ask, trying to make small talk and give them the opportunity to open up about their project.

“Uh… we borrowed a few outdoor lights,” Aya says. My suspicion is returning, but I doubt that a few art kids would harm me in any way. Somehow, I still attribute their strange behavior to the awkwardness of the situation.

We arrive in a clearing where a circle of rocks surround a fire. Aya looks somewhat otherworldly in the light of the fire. Her pale skin and fiery red hair are breathtaking. Emma, on the other hand, looks drawn and frustrated. She folds her arms.

“So, Aya, why don’t you tell our model what she’s really here for?” Emma says, sarcastically. The hairs on my back stand up. *What the fuck?*

Aya clears her throat and gives Emma a harsh look. “*Actually*,” she says, “it’s pretty similar to what we described, just no pictures. And you have to be a little… involved.”

“Involved? What the hell is this?” I take the money out of my purse and extend it to Emma, who won’t take it. I turn to Aya, arm still extended. “I don’t want to take part in whatever this is.” I’m flustered and disappointed.

“Oh my god! Put the money away. Let me explain.” She has switched from her flowery, hippie-esque intonation to a bitchy voice, which sounds a lot more natural on her. “We just need you for a simple ritual.”

I put the money clumsily back into my bag. “What?” I wasn’t ready to part with the cash, in all honesty, and as long as no pain was involved I didn’t mind doing a ritual. I’m a complete atheist so I have no fear of retribution, so I decide to hear them out.

Aya opens her mouth, but it’s Emma who starts speaking. “Aya is entered in a contest for one of her paintings. She wants to do a spell that ensures victory, and the judging is tomorrow.”

“The prize is $10,000!” Aya says. “I know I deserve it, but I just want to draw on the energy of the goddesses for strength.” She’s an okay painter, but not that good, in my opinion. I see why she’d want support, in her own psycho way.

“So paying me so much is just an investment?”

Emma snorts. “Yeah. One we shared.”

“Shut up, Emma. You know the money will help both of us.”

“I’m entered, too. Why don’t we do a ritual for *my* victory?”

I interrupt their spat. Were they a couple or just friends? I didn’t care. “Ok, guys, what do I have to do?” I glance at the circle and the fire, my mind going to scary places.

“You just have to sit in the circle and receive a divine blessing from Emma’s goddess energy,” Aya says.

“I’m going to go down on you in the circle, and when you cum you have to think about Aya winning the contest.” Emma clarifies.

“We needed a beautiful innocent- someone who wasn’t involved in witchcraft. That’s where you come in.” Aya looks me up and down.

“Oh, god.” I say out loud. I haven’t had sex in months so I have no doubt I will orgasm pretty fast. Then I can go home, take a shower, and wash all this weirdness away. “What the fuck… why not.” I sigh.

“Fantastic! Ladies, please take off your clothes and enter the circle. I’ll pray and then we can get started.”

I take off my clothes and Emma does the same. She’s shorter than me, petite, with small breasts but nice hips and butt. I’m worried, though, because she doesn’t give me the vibe that she has much experience eating pussy.

She grabs a blanked and sets it down near the fire, smoothing the edges. Her breasts are so tiny they don’t even change shape when she bends over. My mood has shifted a lot. These girls are weird, but the fact that they think I’m so beautiful is flattering enough to turn me on. The night sounds surrounding us mixes with the crackling of the fire in a mysterious, sexy way.

I sit down on the blanket with my legs tucked to one side. I feel very exposed, and my nipples are standing straight up. I’m glad I waxed last week, and the V of my pubic area looks nice and smooth. I still can’t bring myself to open my knees.

“Ok, get into position, ladies,” Aya says. She seems to relish the power she has over us. I comply, spreading my legs. I’m already wet, and I know Emma can see it. She reaches her hand up and rubs the skin between my hips with a single, gentle stroke.

“You’re so soft,” she says, pulling her hand away.

“Oh my god, Emma! Stop dyking out over there. Wait until I am done praying, then you can start.” She chants a few lines in Latin, then stops, opens her eyes and looks at us expectantly. The warmth of the fire seems to weirdly increase for a moment, then dims down. We’re not close enough to get much heat, but my whole body suddenly feels warm and tingly. Emma pushes my thighs apart more and dips her head between them.

She starts, not clit-first, like an amateur, but by licking my outer labia softly, and gently rubbing my inner thighs with her hands. She works into the slit of my vagina, pushing apart my lips with her tongue. Then she slides up to my clit, and that’s when I know that I had judged her wrongly, since she clearly has a lot of experience. She flicks my clit back and forth expertly, then puts her whole mouth around it and starts sucking more vigorously. I still am not close to cumming but she is working me towards it, slowly.

She keeps sucking on my clit, then lifts one hand from my thigh and moves it to the opening of my pussy. She slides one finger in, then two, and starts slowly pushing them inside. She hooks her fingers and starts rubbing up against my g-spot. I feel my face get hotter and hotter as I get closer to cumming. It feels so good, and the sensation between my legs is almost otherworldly.

I try to control my vocalizations to avoid getting caught, but I couldn’t help moaning quietly. She giggles a little, mouth still on my pussy. She clearly enjoys this aspect of what she is doing. I am not spiritual but I understand in that moment why sex is ritualized- there’s nothing like the meditative trance of amazing sex. I could see why people thought it could connect them to God. I was almost there, so close-

“EMMA! STOP! Oh my GOD!” Aya’s annoying shriek ruins my orgasm, shutting me down just before I came.

Emma looked up, annoyed. “What now?”

“You’re not supposed to use your hands! You’ll ruin the spell.”

“I don’t think it matters, as long as oral is involved,” says Emma, sitting up. My legs are still splayed and I’m dripping wet. Suddenly self-conscious, I slam them shut.

“You’re an idiot, Emma. Just let me do it. I can do it better anyways.”

*I doubt that*, I think to myself. I wonder if she is so competitive that she interrupted the ceremony just to prove she had more sexual skill. I watch her strip off her clothes and jewelry and step into the circle. She looks so normal, for once. Just a naked woman, beautiful, without her ridiculous faux-gypsy getup. She pushes Emma aside and puts her hands on my knees. The scene itself is so beautiful, her eagerness and greediness, and Emma sitting next to her, naked as well, watching.

I don’t think cumming is going to be an issue for me, especially when Aya pushes my legs apart. She starts stroking my thighs, like Emma had, but more vigorously. She puts her head down and goes right for my clit. It was super sensitive, but Emma’s skilled tongue and hands had primed it. I couldn’t give Aya too much credit for the pleasure her soft, measured licks were giving me.

Maybe I just resented Aya for her rudeness. She actually was doing a good job, steadily pushing into me more and more. She looks up at me while she licks, and my arms, which were holding me up in a more seated position, feel weak. Her golden-green eyes are so stunning, and I love the feeling that for a few moments I can subjugate her. I cum, shaking, and I feel my body release a little extra wetness. I gasp, and Aya keeps licking, taking me through my orgasm. Just to be spiteful, I think, *I hope Emma wins the contest.* I don’t think it will make a difference, but it is satisfying. Besides, Emma did all the work, and paid half my fee. She deserves the win.

When she’s done, she sits up. “See Emma, that’s how you do it.”

Emma rolls her eyes and stands up, putting her clothes back on. I quickly stand up and grab my clothes. Aya is still naked, and is dumping dirt on the fire. I realize how fucked up the whole thing was and feel kind of disgusting. I grab my purse with the cash. “Well, that was… weird. Anyways, thanks for the cash.”

“Thank you so much for being a conduit to the realm of the gods.” Aya smiles, looking satisfied, as if she was the one who came. What a weird fucking chick. But she is gorgeous. So is Emma, even though her looks are less flashy. As I walk home alone, I think to myself that I shouldn’t feel bad. I had a great experience with two beautiful women.

I head to my shower when I get through my door. I strip off my clothes, and it’s not until then that I realize I’m wearing Emma’s sweats and shirt. *Fuck*. I don’t have her number.

I check my phone, and luckily I see a text from an unknown number that says, “Ah! It’s Emma! I have your clothes lol.” The text is friendlier than I would have expected from her.

“Ok. Can I pick them up at your place tomorrow?”

“Sure,” she replies.

“Cool. Weird night. I made sure to think of you winning the prize btw. Don’t tell Aya or she’ll try to get my money back. Lol.” I say. It’s risky but I like Emma and am interested in seeing her again. She’s weird but her skills are phenomenal.

“omg! You’re the best. And btw, your pussy tastes amazing.”

I smile and put my phone on the table. I’ll wait until I shower to respond so I don’t seem desperate.

I don’t think this is what my family meant when they said to make friends in college, but it was still a great experience.

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