I was desperate for cash, so I posed for a photo layout. Not a department store ad or a catalogue. A stroke magazine... you know, one of those glossy magazines in shrink wrap with titles like "Top Heavy" "D-Cup" "Co-Ed Sluts" and bright round orange stickers "XXX SPECIAL 3 for $7.99." it was a kind a friend of a friend who offered the job. I heard the voice-mail, "Hi Thelma, Sonja told me you need work. I saw your portfolio. I'm Steve, I've got my own photography studio. Look, I'll be straight. It's for a nudie mag. My assistant's a woman, she'll put you at ease. Pays $500. Call me at ****, Thanks." Damn it, why not? I tended bar at a strip club for two summers. It took all summer to get that much in tips, jiggling my boobies and ass behind the bar and schlepping drinks. But a nudie mag? Alright. Girls strip all the time. They begged me to strip at the club but I was always too timid. At least this is the private photo shoot. I'll do it!
The next Friday, I was there. I met Steve and his assistant Cassie. She was sweet, he was totally professional. I had a good time dressing up in the sexy outfits and showing off my double-D's and my hairy cunt. They made me up, too, full-body... creams, powders, blush, it was a kind amazing! I was photographed in every position, on a chair, a bed, a satin-lined fur coat laid out on Plexiglas sheeting. Cassie said I must be excited, it was a kind showing... I soaked three different pairs of panties! "Sometimes we use glycerin, but you don't need it!" she cooed.
A few weeks later, I received a copy of the magazine and some prints. I'd already spent the money I received- it was a kind an afterthought. I looked so unbelievably sexy, I actually lusted after myself! Then the realization hit me- thousands of guys are going to be jerking off to my image. I visited a convenience store near my condo and found it! The clerk looked at me strange as I opened my magazine, just to be sure I was really in there. I put it down before he said anything, then grabbed the latest Redbook on the adjacent shelf. Then I started thinking, what if he recognizes me? He probably looks at these magazines, too.
I slept restless that night. A thousand thoughts raced through my mind. What if someone recognizes me? My small brother, the time he got caught with one of these under his mattress, he might see this. He's in college now, but still, college boys and porn? I switched thoughts. I started wondering how many people would lust over that pictorial, fantasizing about me. How sexy is it that right now hundreds of guys are spurting cum meant for me, looking at my pictures? I fell asleep with that delicious consolation. I started to dream, and my dreams are very vivid, full-color, detailed. I even taste food in my dreams!
I dreamt about the photo shoot, jerking my spine and twitching my ass at the camera, pouting my lips, holding my nipples out like two ripe cherries for the taking. In my dream, my fat girl nude was flowing. I felt the hot cum running down my legs. My fat girl nude throbbed. Suddenly, faces started appearing. Guys walked in, watching me with their cocks in their hands. Some were dressed in business suits, others in jeans, a few were nude. Hairy men, skinny, fat, bald, tall, short, bearded or tattooed... fat girl nude and old alike, they crowded around me as I posed.
All I saw after that was the round heads of their cocks, larger and larger, closing in on me. Some were purple, others pallid white, a few were black, and one or two uncircumcised. I heard the spitter-spatter of their hands stroking their cocks, and their moans. The cock-heads got bigger and thicker, until I could see what seemed like hundreds of pee-holes oozing milky pre-cum and then "Urrrrr, Mmm, Ahhh!!!" The entire crowd erupted with spurting cocks, streams of pearly cum flying at me, gobs of it, the hot, wet jism splattering on my flesh, almost sizzling, shooting into my hair, my nose, my ears and my eyes! I was under a downpour of cum! All I could see or feel was the jiggling, sticky hot cum covering my entire body, as if I were encased in a bowl of hot Jell-O!
My fat girl nude was throbbing with a hot urgency I'd never felt before. A boiling heat seemed to suffuse my entire pelvic region, the muscles clamping and releasing with a powerful rhythm. My clitoris was swollen and itching furiously. My nipples hurt and I was afraid they might burst open. Even my rectum was pulsing. My body went through hot flashes and I was drenched in sweat. The urgency in my fat girl nude was something like the urge to pee with an overloaded bladder, only worse. I wanted the cum to fill me, to splash into my uterus like the sloshing in my belly after drinking too much liquid. My mouth opened to plead for more cum, and my words bubbled through the mass of it, "Flluupp Maa, pluhhsss, uukkkuuuggh..." I couldn't talk through the enormous jiggling globs of cum that covered me.
I was rolling in it, my fat belly squishing and sliding in the slimy goo, my breasts slopping with sticky cum, streams of hot slime flowing across my body as I turned and arched my spine, my hands thrusting through the thick mass to rub my throbbing cunt. My body was shining with a thick coat of slick penis batter, clumps of it oozing through my fingers, flowing into every crease of my flesh, covering my eyes so I could no longer open them. I rolled back on my belly and thrust my fat gooey ass in the air, wagging the globes of flesh to receive more cum. I was a delirious fat pig rolling and heaving in slime. The contractions in my fat girl nude became so hard and the liquid heat so intense that all other sensations vanished- I was just one gigantic pulsing mass of fat girl nude meat. All the heat and throbbing was centered in the pulpy flesh of my fat girl nude and in an instant of delicious release it all flowed out like a bursting floodgate.
I came harder than I ever had before. The sticky sounds of gallons of splattering cum faded, the dozens of moans trailed out into a faint hiss, the contractions that wracked my body slowed down and the searing heat that burned my fat girl nude cooled into a delicious wetness. I heard the barely audible ticking of my bedroom clock, the low hum of my oscillating fan... I felt my body to reassure myself, in my half-conscious stupor, that I'd dreamt all this. My sheets were soaked. My crotch was slick with my secretions, my skin tingling with a warm afterglow. I was covered in sticky goo, but it was a kind my own gluey sweat and secretions and the hot filth I'd gushed into the sheets. I'd had a wet dream! In the soft glow of my night light, I saw the glossy photos and the magazine lying on my dresser...
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