Marilyn's a Working Girl

As she felt her sister's nectar drip onto the sensitive bare skin of her genitals, Marilyn kisses the top of her sister's head and fell back onto the bed, reveling in the sensation of the velvet vise pulling on her. As she felt her sister now enthusiastically switch from sucking one nipple to the other, she let herself get lost in the stimulation, the sucking at her skin and the cool wetness of her sister's spit. When she felt her sister stop sucking, Marilyn thought that all she had to do was wait until her sister worked her pussy enough to bring her to another release. Suddenly, she felt her sister's lips on hers, their nipples brushing against each other as she was kissed passionately by her sister. Marilyn wrapped her arms against her sister's neck as she continued to make out with her, while she felt her sister's hips thrust harder against her, stimulating her to writhe under her sister.

Marilyn squeezed Shari's plush rump hard, trying in vain to slow down her sister's humping on her dick. She let her sister dominate her mouth with her tongue as she felt her sister's honey pot pump her for her cream. Slowly, she felt the itch shoot up her entire shaft and through her nipples, and she moved to get that itch scratched, trying to rub her nipples against Shari's skin and thrusting towards a release. When her sister sensed what she was going to do, Marilyn saw Shari sit up on her hips and buck up and down as fast as she could. Marilyn braced herself by gripping the sheets hard on the bed while her sister held on by grabbing and pulling on her nipples. Marilyn could do nothing but hold on as she felt the wave of orgasm shoot through every nerve from head to toe, centering on her fuck pole.

Then, Marilyn came. Hard.

She tore a hole in her sheets from holding on to the sensation, and her cum shot so hard deep inside her sister that the heat from her fluids caused Shari to suddenly jump. She screamed and moaned as she felt her life being sucked out from her dick, every nerve on fire. She felt some additional sensations from her nipples as her sister's slight thrust from her jumping coaxed out even more cum from her body. She then felt her muscles start to relax and her tension start to release as the last few drops of semen drip out of her and flow down between her and her sexy sibling. As she felt flat on her bed, exhausted from her orgasm, her sister fell down on top of her and gave her another passionate kiss on the lips before letting her head fall off to the side.

"Sorry you don't cum sis."

"Don't worry about it. I can take care of myself. You needed it."

"OK. Thanks."

"So are you feeling better now?"

"VERY much so," Marilyn whispered back. "Thank you for being there for me."

"I'll always be there for you. I've been with you through major changes before, and I'll be there now. In fact, I know I can help you out."

"How?"

"Well, you could strip in my club. Also, through hanging around at the club, I know some photographers for some modeling."

"Porn mags?"

"Yeah. You could do it every now and again, and still go to class and take care of.um."

"Little Mai."

"Thanks."

"Don't sweat it. Yo, call me tomorrow, and give me some names, OK?"

"Alright, I will."

"And Shari." Marilyn chimed in before giving her sister a light peck on the cheek. "Thanks." She then began to kiss, lick and nibble on her sister's ear. "Thank you for everything. I love you, sis."

"I'll always love you, sis. Blood is always thicker than water."

***

"Hey, sir! What time is it?"

"Oh, it's about 3."

"Thanks."

Marilyn breathed a sigh of relief as she stepped out of the PATH train station at Christopher Street, directions in hand. She thought she was going to be late for the photo shoot her sister had arranged for her in a hurry. When she reached the corner, she glanced down at her directions again and walked her way towards the photographer's apartment. As it turned out, Sharilynn was able to find her sister a modeling job showing off her particular charms. According to Shari, she was to be paid very well for this job.$3,000 well to be exact. "It's not exactly enough to put me in Bill Gates' tax bracket," Marilyn thought to herself. "At least it will get me on my feet short term. Who knows? Maybe I can make this a regular gig and help knock out my tuition bill."

Marilyn ran her hand through her hair as she saw the light change for her to cross the intersection. She was wearing a white baby tee which bared her midriff along with her standard-issue baggy jeans and Black boots. She didn't bother with panties, figuring they would get lost after changing into whatever costume was required of her. She was carrying with her a backpack with some make-up supplies. From what her sister implied, it was a small private studio she was going to, not hardly big enough to have a make-up person on staff.

After reaching a brownstone on a narrow side street in the Village, Marilyn double checked her directions for the address. "This doesn't look like it. I somehow expected more," she thought to herself. She tried to calm herself down, then nervously walked up the steps and ran the required bell. After a bit of a wait, a slightly tall White woman of about 30 answered the door.

"Hello? Are you Marilyn? It's me, Stacey, the photographer."

Vaguely lost in thought, Marilyn quickly came to her senses and responded. "Uh, yes, um, it's me. My sister referred you to me." She then reached out and shook her hand gently. She took the time to check out Stacey. Her auburn hair was upswept in a wrap, with a few loose ringlets hanging down to her face. While her face was otherwise unremarkable, she did have an incredible pair of lips coated in dark red lipstick. What promised to be a curvy body with ample amounts of cleavage was hidden by a t-shirt and a dirty pair of overalls.

"Hey, what are you waiting for stranger? Come on in!" Stacey called out. She then motioned for Marilyn to follow her in the door, then go up the stairs. As Marilyn stepped in the door, she took the chance to check out Marilyn's body. "Yum. Not a bad body there. Nice and curvy, even with the prerequisite ghetto booty. Maybe that is something genetic," she thought to herself.

Stacey led the way up 3 flights of stairs to her apartment/studio, then opened the door to let Marilyn in. When Marilyn stepped into the apartment, she took a note of how cramped it was with the equipment and the racks of costumes.

"Oh.um, I take it you do this kind of thing often?" Marilyn asked, thinking of something to fill the silence.

"Yeah. It isn't glamorous, but it pays the bills."

"Speaking of which, I remember that I'm supposed to sign something before I get paid. Can we get to that first?

"Oh sure," Stacey replied coquettishly. "But first, let me check something."

Stacey closed the two steps between her, then pulled Marilyn's jeans away from her body, reached in and grabbed her dick. She gave it a few strokes, feeling it harden under her ministrations. "Ooh, that's a nice one," Stacey complimented Marilyn as she pulled her hand out of her jeans. "Just making sure you're the `special' girl I'm supposed to photograph today.

"Aw.thanks. So what should I do now?"

"Go down to the bedroom. It's down the hall, second door on the right. Your costume's in there. Put it on, do your makeup, and we'll get to business. Oh, and the contract you gotta sign is in there too. Just sign it and bring it out when you come out. I'll set up, and we'll be ready to go when you get back, OK?"

"Thanks," Marilyn replied, already walking her way down the hall to the bedroom. In there, she saw a vanity for her to put on makeup and a pretty disheveled room with clothes all over the place. However, the bed was somewhat made, and what appeared to be the clothes that she would wear, and slowly discard, were laid out. Among them was a matching set of red lace demi-bra and panties, along with a red sheer peignoir with red fluffs on the hem and sleeves. "This will make me look like some cheap porno mag babe I've jerked off to before. Then again, that's what I am now," Marilyn chuckled to herself.

She quickly shucked off her clothes to put on her costume, taking time to marvel at her newly-painted toes. "Lucky guess on the color," she thought to herself. "At least I don't have to do these." She then picked up the demi-bra and wrapped the front closing bra around her large breasts. Marilyn took the time to squeeze as much of herself into the bra, then closed the clasp, encasing her endowment in the tiny bra, and took a glance down at the final product. Her breasts almost literally burst out the bra, pouring out of the cups and barely leaving her nipples covered. She steeled herself against any further arousal, tucked her male genitalia between her legs and stepped into the tiny lace panties. They were thong bikini cut, as Marilyn realized as she felt the air of the room on her ass. After she slipped on the peignoir, she took a glance at herself in the vanity mirror and saw that her look just oozed sex. Save for the very male piece of equipment between her legs, she looked like a very beautiful Amazon goddess, with her long hair flowing down her back, her skin looking soft in the light that flowed through the window and the curves bursting out of her body. She pulled her eyes away from the mirror, feeling herself stirring between her legs, then picked up her backpack and carried it over to the vanity, where she sat.

The first thing she pulled out was some liquid foundation, colored chocolate brown, and wiped it all over her face with her fingers, leaving a smooth complexion. She then dumped out the rest of her makeup in a pile and sorted out what she needed to put on. After that, little by little, her face began to come together. Her black eyeliner was complemented by her light blue eye shadow. Her two coats of mascara gave her face a beauty queen look it never had before. Her lips seemed to bloom when she put on her glossy blood red lipstick, and she framed it perfectly with some black lip liner. When she stopped her labors, she took a glance at her reflection in the mirror. Her face was perfect, brought to life with the cosmetics. "Man, I look like a model right now," Marilyn thought to herself. "Face of an angel, body of a devil." She then hunted around for her fake nails, ready to crown her satanic body with the perfect claws.cheap press-on nails.

***

"Damn, that girl they got in is hot," Stacey thought to herself as she scrambled around to set up the lights. The setup for the pictures was nice, but nothing too spectacular. In front of a brilliant red backdrop, a burgundy velvet couch was laid out, and the light was placed just so, lighting the subject perfectly. "I wonder if she's interested in girls," Stacey continued as she set up her camera and got out the necessary film for the shoot. "I've always been curious about these `special' girls sexually, but they aren't usually interested in me. Either too knocked out from the hormones or dying for some closet case to bend over for them. She did respond to my touch, though. Hmmm."

Just as she was thinking that, Marilyn stepped into the room. She undressed the tall shemale with her eyes, checking out every curve of her body that bulged out of her scanty costume. "Damn, she has an incredible body!," Stacy thought to herself. "Plus, she's hung, and it's working? I need to have this!" Just then, she realized that her object of lust didn't have any shoes.

"Hey, Marilyn! You need shoes?"

"Um, yeah. I normally don't go all out like this."

"That's weird for someone like her," Stacey thought to herself. "What size are you?"

"13 in guys."

Stacey did a quick scan of the room with all its costumes, then spotted the shoes she had lined up against one wall. "OK, pick out a pair out of the ones on the left."

"Alright," Marilyn replied. "Oh, and here's the contract." She then walked over and looked for a pair of shoes that matched what she was wearing.

"By the way," Stacey asked out of curiosity. "What has you doing this? Most of the girls I do this for do it to help save for the operation."

"Well, I'm doing this to help feed my daughter," Marilyn replied as she picked out a pair of 4 inch platform heels. "You know, trying to be a responsible father, even if I have DDs."

Stacey thought to herself, intrigued by her response. "Oh really. So you aren't going for surgery, yet you're still interested in girls?"

"Yeah," Marilyn replied, slipping on her shoes and walking towards Stacey. "I know it's not common for people like me to be at least bi, but I am what I am."

"Really."

"It's a long story as to how I got how I am. But basically, I got hooked to the feel of girl's bodies young and wanted one of my own. I ended up taking hormones, getting all these curves, but somehow, my body had an unusual reaction, resulting in what you felt up earlier."

"Hey! Relax! I'm just trying to see what I'm working with. Men all over the planet are paying good money to see that with some big tits."

"Weird, ain't it."

"Yeah. Hey, stand over there right in front of the couch?" Stacey commanded. "Now stick that chest and butt out a bit? Hands on hips, please? Perfect!" She then ran behind the camera tripod and snapped Marilyn's picture.

So the photo shoot began in earnest. As Stacey began to move her camera off the tripod, she began to move her subject around in a myriad of glamorous and seductive poses. She ended up sprawled out on the couch on the set, limbs splayed everywhere to show off her womanly charms. The next thing that Marilyn knew, she was sitting on the couch with her chest about to burst through her tiny bra, her arms cradling her breasts and her face in a seductive pout.

"OK, Marilyn. So far so good," Stacey complemented as she took the camera away from her face.

"Um, thanks. I'm starting to get into this a bit."

"Now could you take off that bra for me?"

"Sure," Marilyn meekly responded as she moved to take off her bra.

"Come on! Be more seductive!" Stacey barked out from behind the camera. "Besides, it's just you and me in here," she continued in a calmer voice as she again moved the camera away from her face. "Relax. And don't forget to smile!" She flashed her pearly whites at her subject, which got Marilyn to smile back in return. In no time at all, Marilyn was hamming it up for the camera as she was flashing away. She pretended as is she was giving a show to an imaginary lover, enticing them with her body. However, the very real Stacy was taking it in as Marilyn writhed all over the couch, showing off her curves, feeling her nipples harden. "Damn, she has an incredible body," Stacey thought to herself. "She wasn't born a girl, but yet she has as good a body as any woman I've ever fucked." She let her mind go on auto-pilot for a bit, snapping photos unconsciously. Eventually, she regained enough control to tell Marilyn to stop where she was posing.

"OK, Marilyn. Sit down on the couch, move your butt to the end of seat and straighten those long legs all the way out."

Stacey then put her camera down and kneeled down next to Marilyn. She ordered Marilyn to keep her legs closed as she pulled her panties down, coping a feel of her big, round ass and her smooth thighs in the process. When the panties cleared Marilyn's high heels, Stacey went back to her camera and said, "now, just open your legs slowly. That's it." She kept shooting away as Marilyn's manhood was revealed.

"Oh my God," Stacey muttered under her breath. "That has to be one of the biggest dicks I have ever seen.and it's not even hard!" She kept taking pictures, looking in awe of Marilyn's ebony member. Eventually, she saw her subject's legs splayed wide, her arms up on the back of the couch, her long legs, big breasts and perfectly toned belly perfectly framing a very masculine dick.

Marilyn saw the way the photographer seemed to be moving unconsciously and felt Stacey's gaze on her dick through the lens. She was breathing nervously, her body quaking slightly under the attention brought onto her. She saw the photographer creep closer to her, the sound of the camera working seeming like a machine gun. She was then told to assume a few basic positions that seemed to give away the photographer's intent. First, she was up on all fours, looking back over her shoulder and seeing the lens focus between her legs. Then, she was laid out on her side, her huge breasts tugging down at her chest and the tip of her limp dick brushing against the velvet of the couch. Finally, she was told to raise up on her elbow and spread her legs slightly. She felt the photographer gaze lustily at her while the photos continued to snap away mere inches from her crotch. Her nipples were hardening at the scene presented between her breasts.a beautiful girl practically poised to suck her off.

"Uh, Marilyn.can I ask you something?"

"Yeah..go ahead."

Stacey thought for a bit to see if her little ruse was going to work, then continued. "You know, um, this magazine often requires shots of you erect. The best way for this to work is for me to suck you off a little. Besides, um, the saliva makes it look better. W-would you mind that?"

"OK!" Marilyn responded, getting more than a little bit excited at the prospect of an actual blow job. "I'll take it! This is getting like a real porno shoot!" As Stacey went off to the side to put her camera down, Marilyn ventured another request. "By the way, could you do me a favor before you do what you have to do?"

"Sure. Ask away."

"Could you give me one of those kisses like you see in porno movies? You know, when they just touch tongues?"

"OK! Just let me come on over," Stacey replied. She also thought to herself, "good.now I have an excuse to feel up her tits."

Stacey walked over to Marilyn, then braced herself on Marilyn's tits and stuck out her tongue. As she flicked the tip of her tongue against the tip of Marilyn's tongue, Stacy took the time of squeeze and maul Marilyn's firm, pillowy breasts. As Marilyn got more into the kiss, she let her tongue get wrestled around by her subject's as she let her palms feel all of the large areolas and the pebble hard nipples of Marilyn. Stacey pinched and pulled at Marilyn's nipples, making her jump some, then positioned herself on her knees to suck on Marilyn's dick.

Marilyn pulled her tits apart and pulled at her nipples as she saw Stacey take her tip in her mouth. Stacey just nursed on her for a bit and licked all around the tip, making her shake and getting her dick harder by the second. As she hardened, Stacey slowly stroked her shaft getting a feel for her size and making her fuck her hips into her hands. She left the feeling ride, pulling and pinching at her nipples as her dick became fully erect.

"Damn, you're a big girl! I'm gonna have to try to see if I can suck you right," Stacey mentioned to Marilyn.

"Heh. I know. It's rare that someone can throat me.not without practice anyway."

"How big are you?"

"Oh, about 13 inches."

"Oh my!" Stacey remarked as her body shook in lust, letting her breasts jiggle a bit. "Well, lemme see how much I can suck of this monster." She then opened her mouth as much as she could, held Marilyn's dick straight up, closed her eyes and dove right on to her object of lust. She stretched her lips around Marilyn's thick shaft and inhaled about 7 inches of the shaft before she choked. Recovering slightly, she managed to suck her way up the last few inches of the shaft and gave the tip a long French kiss. "Damn, you're huge! You know you could kill someone with this thing, right?"

"Mmmhmm. You aren't the first person to choke on it."

Stacey then held the shaft in one hand and looked at the spit slick upper half of her subject's dick. "You look good enough to eat.like a really large tootsie roll." She placed her tongue at the base of Marilyn's cock and took one long lick from root to tip, then continued, "mind if I try to find how many licks it takes to get to the center?"