All The Men Who Fucked Her - Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

All The Men Who Fucked Her - Chapter 2

... fucking Professor Mosley change that?”

Keith grinned at her unapologetically. “Any woman who’ll suck off her Professor right after class has enough confidence to be on camera. That’s just simple math.”

Gabriella didn’t seem to think that sounded like any math she’d ever heard of, but she didn’t say anything. “And what would that look like?”

Keith slowed the car as they reached a stop light and gave her his full attention. “We create an Instagram profile for you, then I shoot you for a couple of days. Hundreds of photos – bikini, lingerie, clothing, studio shoots and street shoots, the whole thing. Then we gradually post them online and create a following for you.”

“Lingerie photos?” Gabriella asked, a bit self-conscious. “Bikini?”

Keith shrugged and smiled. “There’s no point in having an ass and tits like that if you’re not going to show them.” When Gabriella looked down, unconvinced, he added, “And don’t even pretend like you don’t want to. I might’ve believed it before, but now I know you love showing off how hot you are. You can’t tell me you started wearing these clothes just to piss off Hank.”

Gabriella bit her lip to hide a smile. “No.”

“You wear them 'cause you like to walk down the hallway knowing every dude will check out your ass and every girl will be jealous, right?”

The smile came out in full bloom. “Yes.”

Keith laughed and slapped his thigh. “That’s what I’m talking about! God I love that.”

Gabriella looked at him in surprise. ...

... “Really?”

“What’d you think I was going to say? That you’re a slut?”

“Well… yes,” Gabriella said, wiping the palms of her hands on her thighs.

Keith leaned closer and whispered, “Youare a slut, I just happen to think that’s a good thing.”

Gabriella giggled as the light turned green and Keith sped off again. The streets passed by in a blur, but Keith didn’t put his pedal to the metal because they wouldn’t be able to hear each other talk over the shouting of the engine.

More animated now, Gabriella turned in her seat to face him, saying, “And what do you get out of this?”

“A model I can make famous,” Keith replied. “And ten percent of all your earnings.”

“Famous?” Gabriella looked down at her body, as though wondering how her tits and ass could possibly turn her into a celebrity.

“There’ll be thousands thirsting after you then,” Keith said. “Not just one measly school.”

Gabriella liked the sound of that, he could tell straight away. “And if I do this, you promise not to tell anyone about Professor Mosley?”

“I promise.” Keith turned the Ford onto the street where she lived and guided it to the curb in front of her house. Keith turned off the engine and looked at her.

Gabriella was nibbling her lip as she stared at him. “You’re sure?”

“I told you, I don’t have to blackmail you.” He looked her over, from the tits that looked ready to pop out of her blouse, to the slim legs wrapped in those leggings. “Though, if you end up begging me to fuck you ...