I [M] guess I paid a model [F] to eat out my G[F]?

Back in the smoky days of yore, before vape commercials became illegal (or something) in the US, I produced a few for a client’s social media. One ad in particular was a short-notice TikTok-y type to promote some new bubblegum flavor. The company—I say company, but really they were 4 ‘bro’ dudes who winged it as they went—wanted an attractive girl to look “moody” and “unfulfilled” until she “bounces” into a cut where her outfit changes into sexy pink, it’s all colorful, she smiles then blows a bubble. Spielberg was busy so they called me. Man, I had a love/hate relationship with vape videos for various… guessable reasons.

Anyway, I tried getting my gf, Kristy, to stand in, but she wasn’t feeling confident about it. And that’s ridiculous because she’s beautiful and fit as shit. Her hot red hair curtained at her shoulders, she flips my switch with her dancer legs alone just by walking around the house in her shorts. I mean, basically all my stories here are about her for a reason. She bashfully deflected by ultimately saying something like, “please, you think you could video tape me in a skimpy outfit and we won’t get distracted?” Fair point even though it was a hit to my professionalism.

My only modeling contact available on short notice was my business partner’s friend: a marble-eyed Mexican brunette who often travels up to the states to visit her grandmother. Her face was so pretty, her pert lips nailed that quivering look, and her whole aesthetic came across as “hot and sweaty night club.” In low studio lighting, her sharp eyes glowed like a jungle cat who you’d be totally fine with letting mount you. So a perfect fit for the video. When I met her a year prior, she was suckin’ on a lollipop with hair tied up in those flirty double buns, and that image sometimes creeps into my mind. I showed Kristy her headshots and she immediately started cooing in approval.

Quick relevant backstory on my gf: I’d describe her as that classic, quiet, Mary Jane type. The girl next door who you were sure hid a kinky smirk behind a careful veil of manners. “Yes, sir. No, ma’ams.” When I plucked her from the south, she introduced herself with the tidiest church girl persona I’ve ever witnessed in person—which cracked me up. 3 months later, she has me tied me to a hotel chair in Oklahoma and is giving me one of the scariest orgasm. She nearly pushed my head all the way back as she rode me like she would never feel a dick again and waited until the *very last second* to dismount, pull me out (my arms were bound), and lick up from my balls to the tip of my cock while I erupted all over her and myself. We collapsed 2 minutes after.

She says I opened her up sexually and became more comfortable exploring her sexuality, bringing up a slight history and curiosity with girls, but wasn’t sure to what extent. The ‘extent’ had to come to a pause because her sister “snitched” to their mom that Kristy had an experience with a girl from religion class. Mom didn’t speak to her for almost a month. So yeah that’s how her family was. They’d be livid if they heard us talk about bringing another girl into the bedroom—and not for *my* pleasure.

CUT TO: Present day.

INTERIOR: Our cozy little apartment in Southern California.

A location wasn’t in the budget for the lollipop model’s shoot, and my office was being used the whole weekend, so I hated doing it, but I had to ask Lolli if she’d mind shooting at my place. To make it less sketchy, I told her “My gf’s acting assistant for the day and bring whoever you want, I’ll get us all food.” But she showed up alone and all smiles. Her lipstick-matching red top had a cutout over her breasts which made it look like her bulbous, heavy cleavage made it succumb to gravity. My petite gf damn near got sucked into her rack like a vacuum when she went in for a hug. Kristy has a banging body, no doubt, but Lolli had her character design slider maxed out to 10 in her hips and chest.

“Look bored, ya know, like the gothic kids from South Park–you ever see South Park?–then look at the camera, TikTok bounce, cut. Change outfit, bounce back in, and now your life is amazing thanks to the magic of vape.” I remember Lolli karate chopping every imaginary item in the air during my rundown, then gave a beaming “OK!” Influencer energy is cocaine crazy.

I set up the final lights while Lolli chatted Kristy up for a good while. My gf was wearing one of my favorites—Daisy Duke pinstriped cut-off shorts that show off her long, pulse-racing legs and a tight blue shirt that muzzled her bubbly tits. I think it’s a kid’s size Adventure Time shirt but it rides up her stomach a little due to, well. The boobage. The sides of her black-rimmed glasses nested inside her hair as her eyes lit up in conversation, passing around cocktails and weed to our subject.

The afternoon burned on—longer than expected, because Lolli insisted on trying a few outfits she brought even though I told her she nailed the takes already. But I paid her at a bonus day rate for helping me out in a tight pinch, so I didn’t mind hanging out. I think she liked walking back into the room wearing a different sexy outfit to soak in the attention from us. I had a feeling Kristy may have been doing some soaking of her own, because she’d jump up to help her fix her straps, her shirt, her hair, makeup… she’d find any reason to get handsy.

One outfit was a tight grey sweater that had 0 discipline on her tits. Every slight movement caused a rippling bounce that I (we) just couldn’t look away from. And the black tights she complemented with it had even less grasp on her plump ass.

But Lolli’s last alternate outfit sucked the air out of the room. Short pink booty shorts that rode up her sun-kissed thighs and a thin pink tank top. Let’s just say her breasts poked through the dam this time. My reaction? I just busted out laughing. Not in a mean way, obviously, it was the exact opposite. But that lead to her getting a bit insecure, because she asked if it was too much. And that was a hard disagree from Kristy, who was ringing like a southern bell, but I had to add “it might be… too less if you know what I mean.” I would have to mask out her nipples! But you knew I was rollin’, anyway.

This moment absolutely shattered Kristy.

The remaining takes, she went from supportive hype man to full-on egging Lolli to be intentionally hypersexual, to pop her ass out more, fit in some sensual moans after taking a hit off the vape… Well, she listened!

The girls turned into a giggly mess and we wrapped up the shoot.

I went off to the backroom to offload the footage when Kristy popped in to help. I told her I had everything covered and she went “ok! I’m gonna go make sure Lolli doesn’t need anything.” And the blood that was no longer in my brain spoke for me, “she might need a helping hand out of her clothes.” We’ve had talks not too long ago about scenarios and boundaries, so she smirked, kissed me, and skipped away.

About a half hour making sure everything worked, I went back to the empty studio room to start cleaning up stands and lighting setup. And my imagination was runnin’ wild. I eventually walked by my closed bedroom door to try and hear some clues, but nada. Another 15 passes…. still nada. I turned on some music and grabbed some food until maybe another 15 minutes goes by, when they both come out of the room like they were walking into a police lineup. The spray in Kristy’s hair was all over the place in some areas, flattened in others. But everything was totally normal, they pretended. We snacked on food, I gave Lolli a check, and we all hugged goodbye.

That night, when Kristy and I were in the shower together, we were getting handsy. She somehow always misses soap on her breasts and I have to clean them for her. Really just neglectful hygiene, honestly. Her firm ass slipped along my cock while I massaged her from behind, and she pries the topic open like a jack-in-the-box, expecting an excited reaction. “Don’t you wanna know what happened?” I of course played dumb.

“When?”
“While we were in the room!”
“What would happen in there? You better not have snuck pictures. You know how jealous I’d get.”

Here’s the best I can paraphrase:::

*We smoked a little more while she changed out of her shorts. She asked how you and I met, and I told her about our… adventures drivin’ out west. We started trading stories… She told one of her driving up from Mexico with her girl friend and how they flashed drivers on the highway. So I told her about the blowjob I gave you in bumper-to-bumper traffic in that thunderstorm in Texas… someone had to have definitely seen that. Then she told me how her girl friend went down on her in secret once while she was bartending. That was crazy. So I told her the only lesbian experience I had was sucking Rachel’s (her high school friend) breast drunk at a party.*

*She asked if we ever had a threesome, to which I said no but we were open. After one more hit, she just inched toward me and we’re making out all of a sudden. Her tongue went down my throat and I started moaning. I grabbed her chest and massaged her through her tank top…. then started getting really wet. She pulled me onto her lap and my shirt comes off.*

*We grinded against each other for a bit… her hands grabbed my ass… I could definitely taste the vodka on her lips. Then she laid me down on the bed, kissed my stomach before slowly slinking down… My thighs wrapped around her head…*

I was for sure rubbing my cock along her pussy lips from behind in the shower by this point.

*She pulled down my shorts, I closed my eyes and held her head. Once I felt her warm tongue press into my clit, my body curled up. She started firm and slow, but sped up once she hooked my legs with her arms. I could see saw her ass in the mirror jiggling in her panties and her hair bobbing up and down. I started grinding my hips faster on her mouth, and then she stuck her tongue deep of inside me while she played with my clit. I had to bite the blanket. I wanted you to hear, but I also didn’t (chuckled).*

Kristy definitely zested it up for me, but my legs were weak as hell listening to it. I had a tight pinch on her nipples and was fully inside her eventually while her tits were under the waterfall. We sometimes whisper to each other while fucking, things like “earlier today, I wanted to bend you over the counter and fuck you senseless” or even fantasy scenarios (which I won’t extrapolate uhh yet).

But this was the first time doing it while recounting a real scenario—that I wasn’t apart of. Even though I wanted her to explore this and maybe even pushed for it, I still used the energy of “how dare you go behind my back” to rail her into the shower wall.

And she still tries to toss out words to continue the story because she knows her breathy gasping makes me cum instantly. So the rest I could make out were words like “licked . . . so hard . . . my tits bounced so much…” until we both collapsed against the cold wet tiles, my hand furiously stimulating her clit and hers rubbing the underside of my balls until her legs gave out.

The kicker: before the vape company could release the video, the ad crackdown happened. They had their lawyers tell them to pause all commercials in the states, *maybe* some places in Asia. But as far as I know, I’m pretty sure I just paid an IG model to eat my gf’s pussy on our bed.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rnw7p8/i_m_guess_i_paid_a_model_f_to_eat_out_my_gf