The Naive Wife Boudoir Turned Model - Sex Stories

The Naive Wife Boudoir Turned Model

... "Here you go," holding out the key fob.

"Um. Well, my um, hands are full," holding up her bags. "Can you just put it there?" looking down at her cleavage.

"Um, serious? Really?" he said with a smile, staring at her barely-covered tits.

"Yes, please. Just put it between the girls," she said with more confidence, giving him a grin. She could feel her nipples stiffen against the corset fabric as soon as his fingers touched her skin. She watched as his fingers gently wedged the fob between her tits. "Hmm, thank you," returning to Robert.

"That had to be the sexiest thing I have ever seen, baby," kissing her next to the car as he retrieved his fob.

"I love my dress, thank you," she whispered, smoothing the soft fabric out over her abs and thighs.

"You look stunning in it. The half corset was a nice touch too."

"It is beautiful," sliding the dress down to show him the corset as he drove, her nipples almost visible. "I wish I could wear it home, but I can't," giving him her soft brown eyes.

"I understand. We can keep the dresses and things I buy you at my house. Let's stop by my house for you to change," his hand moving between her thighs.

She guided his fingers to her pussy, legs wide, her hand over his, fucking his fingers in the leather set. She was on the edge of an orgasm, her whimpers getting louder, when he pulled his hand away to downshift down the offramp. "Oh my god, Daddy," gasping on edge.

"I know, baby. We are almost there," smiling at her ...

... arousal. He clicked the gate opener, pulling into a long stone driveway up to his home. He watched her stare through the window at his property and landscaping as they pulled into the covered courtyard.

"You live here alone?" looking at the massive home.

"I do. I have 2 staff who live in the guest house, but yes," stepping out of the car to open her door. He walked her to the side door of the house, that opened into the huge garage.

"Wow, this is the most beautiful garage I have ever seen," looking around at the exotic cars parked on the polished floors and decorated walls with automotive art. "Is this the yellow Ferrari you were talking about?" her fingers running over the expensive yellow paint of the Enzo.

"It is," as she turned to look at him leaning against a red Ferrari, his phone in his hand taking pictures of her.

She smiled, seeing him taking her picture, then posed. She leaned to the side, posing on the front, her ass out, boobs hanging as his camera clicked away. She stepped out of her sandals and went to the front of the car, her hands on the hood as she leaned over it.

"Slide your dress off," he directed her.

She looked at him, stood, and pushed her dress to the floor, then unhooked her corset, standing naked in his garage.

"Go to your knees," his camera clicked as she watched her.

She slowly went to her knees, then her hands, on all fours looking at him.

"Crawl to me."

She moved slowly on the floor, her ass swaying side to side ...