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Dominating Veronica (Closed)
It all started one day when I was driving through the streets of downtown LA when my phone vibrated in my pocket. My fiance, Tyler, was leaning backwards on the passenger's seat when I picked it up at a red light. The sentence "wanna cum ovr? " illuminated the slight darkness. The text was from Rick Stone - an eighteen year old dropout who lived a couple blocks away from us. I smiled at the text but neglected to reply the second the light turned green. Tyler, although he couldn't see anything with that hat over his eyes, said "I told you that I hate that fucking kid."
"Oh come on Tyler." I said, nearly scoffing "He's young and full of potential, yet wastes all his time drinking and partying. Don't you feel a little sorry for him?"
"No."
Most of our conversations went this way. Tyler wasn't a big fan of Rick and if I wasn't one to fight back, I'm sure that he'd make me avoid him altogether. We'd have fights in regards to this, where he'd normally poke at my naivety as the reason why I just 'didn't get it'. Apparently this eighteen year old was after my body and nothing much but honestly, it was just harmless flirting. He had to know that but wouldn't let his stubborn attitude accept it.
In twenty minutes, Tyler was in bed and I was watching TV and texting from my couch. Naturally, this meant that Rick sent me some texts:
"hey you awake?"
"yep just watching tv. u?"
"thinking of u hey, u still looking to do some modeling?"
And we had a conversation for about an hour. Long story short was that Rick had apparently gotten contact with some agents who could help me launch my modeling career. Yes, I know - it seemed farfetched but I was willing to give Rick the benefit of the doubt. My fiance...well...
"No fucking way. No. Out of the question!"
You get the point. Still, I was willing to bend the rules a little - I was determined to meet up with Rick for this photoshoot of his, to be taken at some pool party that one of his buddies were hosting. I know, it was sneaky of me to go behind my other half's back but you miss one hundred percent of the shots you don't take, right?
So, late on a humid Friday I found myself dressed up in the most scandalous outfit that you could think of; a flimsy bikini top that barely contained by 38DD cup breasts, a thong that showed off that round ass of mine and a pair of four inch heels to go with it. Sure, it seemed like a little much but it was the theme of the photoshoot. Apparently.
So where was I again?
Right, so the night all started when I got to Rick's place and knocked on the front door. The music was loud and I could tell that this party was getting started. I just hoped that I wasn't too late.
"What's your name?"
"Veronica Smith!"
"How old are you Veronica Smith?"
"I'm twenty six years old."
"And why do you think that you have what it takes?"
"Because I'm a sexy piece of ass!"
Chuckles, howls and catcalls were heard all across the backyard as I said those words. My friend, behind the camera, gave me the most devilish grin as he watched my movements and something at that moment, told me that tonight was going to be far from ordinary.
"Veronica Smith!"
"How old are you Veronica Smith?"
"I'm twenty six years old."
"And why do you think that you have what it takes?"
"Because I'm a sexy piece of ass!"
Chuckles, howls and catcalls were heard all across the backyard as I said those words. My friend, behind the camera, gave me the most devilish grin as he watched my movements and something at that moment, told me that tonight was going to be far from ordinary.
It all started one day when I was driving through the streets of downtown LA when my phone vibrated in my pocket. My fiance, Tyler, was leaning backwards on the passenger's seat when I picked it up at a red light. The sentence "wanna cum ovr? " illuminated the slight darkness. The text was from Rick Stone - an eighteen year old dropout who lived a couple blocks away from us. I smiled at the text but neglected to reply the second the light turned green. Tyler, although he couldn't see anything with that hat over his eyes, said "I told you that I hate that fucking kid."
"Oh come on Tyler." I said, nearly scoffing "He's young and full of potential, yet wastes all his time drinking and partying. Don't you feel a little sorry for him?"
"No."
Most of our conversations went this way. Tyler wasn't a big fan of Rick and if I wasn't one to fight back, I'm sure that he'd make me avoid him altogether. We'd have fights in regards to this, where he'd normally poke at my naivety as the reason why I just 'didn't get it'. Apparently this eighteen year old was after my body and nothing much but honestly, it was just harmless flirting. He had to know that but wouldn't let his stubborn attitude accept it.
In twenty minutes, Tyler was in bed and I was watching TV and texting from my couch. Naturally, this meant that Rick sent me some texts:
"hey you awake?"
"yep just watching tv. u?"
"thinking of u hey, u still looking to do some modeling?"
And we had a conversation for about an hour. Long story short was that Rick had apparently gotten contact with some agents who could help me launch my modeling career. Yes, I know - it seemed farfetched but I was willing to give Rick the benefit of the doubt. My fiance...well...
"No fucking way. No. Out of the question!"
You get the point. Still, I was willing to bend the rules a little - I was determined to meet up with Rick for this photoshoot of his, to be taken at some pool party that one of his buddies were hosting. I know, it was sneaky of me to go behind my other half's back but you miss one hundred percent of the shots you don't take, right?
So, late on a humid Friday I found myself dressed up in the most scandalous outfit that you could think of; a flimsy bikini top that barely contained by 38DD cup breasts, a thong that showed off that round ass of mine and a pair of four inch heels to go with it. Sure, it seemed like a little much but it was the theme of the photoshoot. Apparently.
So where was I again?
Right, so the night all started when I got to Rick's place and knocked on the front door. The music was loud and I could tell that this party was getting started. I just hoped that I wasn't too late.
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