MY MALE MODEL
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"Ryan, you’re doing great. Samantha… try to loosen up a bit," the photographer ordered. "You look uncomfortable." I could literally feel the glare my manager was giving me, but I refused to look back at her, scared that it would throw me even more off track than I already was. Ryan shifted on the bed smoothly so that his lips could reach my ear. "So I make you nervous?" He whispered heavily into my ear, making my breathing hitch. I refused to answer or make eye contact with him. I didn’t have time to entertain this egotistic jerk; I had to focus on this photo shoot so I could move ahead in my career. This shoot was basically life or death for me. I need good reviews so I can get in more magazines. I get payed to model and if I don’t model, I don’t get paid; if I don’t get paid, rent doesn’t get paid, and I can’t have that. Taking a deep breath, I tugged onto the sheets below me and turned my head to face his, my eyes stayed trained on his soft looking lips. "Perfect, Samantha! Give me more of that!" The photographer rooted, clicking away at his camera. I turned away from Ryan, positioning myself for a different pose, and that’s when I felt his manhood pressing forcefully against my back. A slight groan escaped his lips and I almost gasped. Why is he aroused? I thought. What the fuck?! Hasn’t he done this with plenty of other girls!? He should be used to this by now. Ignoring his reactions to the best of my ability, as well as the strange feeling pooling between my legs, I stare at the camera with intensity grooming my expression. "Amazing!" The photographer worshiped. "10 more shots and we’re done. Give me more physicality!" And with that, Ryan immediately rolled on top of me, his hands on either side of my head…(more….)
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