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Subject: {ASSM} Super Models   pt 2   MF rom   size
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  Although Elaine was Sharon's best friend, she slightly resented
Elaine getting married and giving up modeling.  This left Sharon
as the only model older than thirty.  All the others had gotten
married or burned out, usually by taking too much drugs.   Sharon
had avoided marriage by her passion for Jimmy's cock and drugs by
working out.  Sharon was able to maintain a body similar to
models ten or fifteen years younger than she only by a rigorous
regimen of diet and exercise.
  However, Sharon was about to burn out in a more conventional
way.   One morning, she was jogging near her home.  She stepped
on a loose piece of pavement.  Her leg went one way and her body
the other.   She had to call 911 to be rushed to her local ER.
  After looking at the x-rays, and fitting her with a splint, she
talked to the doctor.
  The doctor said, "Ms Marberry, I have good news and bad news."
  "What is the good news?"
  "Nothing is broken.  You have a high ankle sprain.  You should
make a complete recovery."
  "Uh, oh.  What is the bad news?"
  "It will take six to eight weeks of thorough physical therapy,
and that is not covered by your insurance.  I'll get you a
temporary handicap-parking permit. "
  "Oh well.  If it has to be, it has to be."  The next time she
went to studio, she told Jimmy she would require at least six
weeks to walk as she did before.
  Jimmy said, "Well, you will not be able to come on our Puerto
Rico trip."
  Sharon tried to kiss him.
  She said, "I can help any way.  I want to be with you."
  "Well, come back in six to eight weeks."
  "Come on, Jimmy.  I need some loving after what I've been
through."
  "Later, Sharon.  I don't fuck cripples."
  Sharon looked down, dejected.
  "After all I've done for you, you can't treat me this way."
  "I'll treat you anyway I like.  Come back in six weeks, and
we'll see what we can do."
  Jimmy walked up stairs.  Sharon started to cry.  Jimmy had
never before rejected her.
  Harold said, "I'd fuck a cripple, Sharon."  She looked at him
sarcastically, "Good, Harold, You can start by fucking yourself."
  Sharon limped home on her crutches.
  Elaine came to visit and cheer her up.
  Elaine said, "I think you should be happy to get rid of Jimmy.
He is such an arrogant bastard."
  "But he has the best cock I know.  How could you give up on
that, for a guy like Tom?"
  "First, Tom is well provisioned in that department, although
not as ample as Jimmy.  Second, he has other attributes that more
than compensate for physical size.   For instance, he really
cares about me."
  "What are you going to do, now that you won't be a top model?"
  "I'm going to work as an agent and manager.  I'll finally be
able to apply my business degree.  We may even start a family.  I
feel the biological clock ticking.  What would you do if you
didn't go back to Jimmy?"
  "I don't know.  I never finished college.  I have enough money
to get by for a while, but I will have to work eventually. Nobody
can work as a fashion model forever. I'm almost thirty-five.  I
don't get the contracts for FHM and Maxim any more.  I just hope
I can find something where I can use my obvious physical charms."
  The tried to open her arms, but it hurt too much.
  Sharon began her physical therapy in a near by center.  She
gradually learned to place greater weight on her sprained leg.
Through visiting every day, she made friends with other patients
at the center.  She especially liked a young lawyer named Ricky,
who had broken his leg while skiing.  He had recently made
partner in his firm, mainly doing civil litigation.
  One afternoon, she asked him, "I think you like me.  Why don't
you ask me out?"
  "I'm just getting over a bad divorce.  But we can go out
anyway.  I'll buy you dinner sometime."
  "How about tomorrow night?"
  "Tomorrow, it is."
  Sharon tried to dress conservatively to play down being a
model.  Previously, when she entered a bar, some man would offer
to buy her a drink or ask for her phone number.  Now, men would
look at her crutches and walk away.
  At dinner, Sharon admitted that she looking for another job.
  Ricky asked, "What is wrong with being a model?   I always
thought it's thrilling to travel the world, dress in fancy
clothes, and meet famous people."
  "It is.  But after my accident, I found out we have a lousy
health plan.  Besides, there are too many younger women who are
just as pretty and could do the same thing I do for less money.
I'm tired of starving myself every day, just to look good in a
size four dress.  I've been to Europe and South America dozens of
times in the past fifteen years, all on business.   I was hoping
to be able to buy into a small business somewhere."
  "What was your education like?"
  "I just went to a community college.   I studied tourism and
hospitality."
  "You should look for something in the fashion industry.  Stay
with something you know."
  On their way back to his car from the restaurant, they past a
club called Aphrodite.
  Sharon asked, "What is that place?"
  "It a gentlemen's club."
  "Am I allowed to go in?"
  "You are, but I don't think you'd like it."
  "You don't know what I'd like.  Right now, I'd like to see it,
unless it would be dangerous."
  "It would be safe, as long as you're with me."
  They entered a long, dark hallway.  A bouncer at the end let
them in.   After adjusting to the dark and noise, Sharon
inspected the premises.  She noticed a sign advertising for a
cashier.  A hostess, dressed in a tight sweater and slacks,
approached them.
  She said, "Hi Ricky.   Welcome to Aphrodite.  Who's this girl?"
  He replied, "She's my date."
  The hostess said, "I hope so.  She's too pretty to be a
hooker."
  Sharon commented, "I think there was a complement in there
someplace.  Ricky, do you visit here often?"
  "Only occasionally, while my divorce was going through."
  Sharon commented, "I don't see too many gentlemen.  Only a few
strippers and some tired businessmen."
  The hostess added, "You're also too smart to be a hooker.
Gentlemen's club is a euphemism for strip joint, dear."
  Sharon asked, "What is behind those doors?"
  "Booths for lap dancing and private shows."
  "What is lap dancing?"
  "Basically, it is sex with your clothes on.  The men are not
allowed to touch the girls, but they can touch him where he wants
if he pays them enough."
  Sharon asked, "Where is the fun in that?"
  Sharon briefly considered applying for the job, but decided
that the place was a bit too sordid.  For her, sex should be a
healthy pleasure, not degrading to anyone.
  When they returned to her apartment, she let him kiss her good
night, but the kiss did not have any passion in it.
  Nevertheless, he asked, "I'd like to see you again.  And I also
want you to do me a favor.  In a few weeks, my country club is
having a big dinner.  I'd like to take you as my date."
  "Sure, I'd like that."
  "It would be black tie.  If you need help in affording a dress,
let me know."
  "I have my own dresses.  I was a model, remember."
  Sharon decided to take Ricky's advice about fashion.  She
visited some clothing stores in the mall.  A sign in the
Victoria's Secrets store advertised for a cashier.  Sharon
applied for the job.
  The store manager asked, "Have you ever sold women's clothes?"
  Sharon replied, "No, but I know your styles very well."
  "How so?"
  "Do you have a catalogue?"
  The manager produced one.  Sharon pointed out all the
photographs of herself in various items.
  Finally, the manager asked, "Why do you want this job?"
  "I can't model anymore, with a bum leg.  I want to go into
retail.  This job will give me the experience I need in case I
decide to open my own store."
  "If your references check out, you're hired"
  Sharon took the job.  She got only a fraction of her income as
a model, but at least she was getting health benefits.
  Sharon had several more dates with Ricky.  Each ended with a
friendly kiss, and that's all.
  Sharon said to him, "I like you, but need more response than a
kiss on the cheek if we want to continue dating."
  Ricky replied, "I can't right now.  I still think about my ex
wife."
  "Do you still love her?"
  "No."
  "Do you want to get back together?"
  "No."
  "Then what is it?"
  "Just some unresolved issues."
  "Like what?"
  "We had some problems in bed.  I don't want to involve you in
them."
  "Well, you won't have any problems with me."
  "Good.  My ex will be at the country club.  I want you to make
an impression that I can still find an attractive woman."
  Sharon wore a long black dress for the dinner.   She still
looked good in a size four dress.  The dress was backless, with
long straps wrapped around the neck, which barely covered her
boobs.  When Ricky saw her, he whistled softly.
  He said, "You look absolutely beautiful.  I guess you really
are a model."
  She replied, "Thank you."
  At the dinner, several guests admired them.  One of the men
walked up to them and said, "Aren't you Sharon Mayberry?"
  "Yes."
  "Wow.  A real life super model.  I have a picture of you from
Sports Illustrated on my screen saver.   Could I have your
autograph?"
  "Sure.  Thank you for remembering me."
  Several other men also asked for her autograph.  But when a man
asked for her phone number, she replied, "I'm Ricky's date
tonight."
  One of the other women asked her, "Where did you get that
fabulous dress?"
  "Milan."
  "Was it expensive?"
  "I guess so.  It's an original Versace."
  Ricky's esteem shot up several points.  Several men gave him
the thumbs up sign.
  Ricky led her over to a table.  He said, "Sharon, I'd like you
to meet Donna, my ex."
  Sharon extended her hand.  Donna glared at her, but shook it
anyway.  Donna said, "Hi.  This is my friend, Steve."
  Sharon said, "Pleased to meet you both.  Donna, please don't be
angry with me.  It's not my fault your marriage failed."
  Donna snarled, "It's not you.  It's your type."
  "What's wrong with my type?"
  "You're all pretty and sexy.  I'll bet you could get any man in
this room."
  "I would never go after a married man.  I met Ricky after his
divorce."
  When they walked to their own table, Sharon said to Ricky, "I
never met a better candidate for Botox."
  Sharon thought that Donna was in a big need of a screw, but she
thought better than to say that to Ricky.  Sharon and Ricky
drank, ate, and danced the whole evening.  Their legs were healed
enough for some hard rock and roll.  During some of the slow
dances, Ricky pulled her close, resting his hand on her bare
back.
  After the evening was over, Ricky took her home.
  Ricky said, "You were fantastic this evening.   I've never seen
a woman light up a room like you did.  Are you really a super
model?"
  "I guess I am."
  "What did I do to deserve you?"
  "Nothing, yet.  Do you want to come in for a drink?"
  They went to her apartment.  She had a large one-bedroom condo
in a high-rise building.
  She said, "Have a seat in the living room.  Do you want some
port?  I brought this back from a shoot outside Lisbon."
  Sharon sat next to him, raising a toast, "To a lovely evening."
  He replied, "Yes.  And to a lovely woman."
  "Thank you."
  She tried to kiss him, but instead he grabbed her and kissed
her passionately.
  She gasped, "That is what I was looking for from you.   Kiss
me.  Make me feel special."
  He said, "That is for exorcizing the ghost of Donna.  I am now
free."
  He kissed her again, pushing her down on the couch.   He
reached under the straps of her dress to feel her tits.  He tried
to reach around the back of her next to undo the clasps.   She
stood up.
  She said, seductively, "Let me do this."
  She unhooked her dress, letting it fall to the floor.  She
stood in front of him in just her panties and pantyhose.  She
approached him, letting him grab her waist, and kissing her
breasts.  She leaned back, letting him do what he wanted.   She
then fell to her knees in front of him.  She undid his belt and
opened his slacks.   She reached in to extract his penis.  She
leaned down to kiss it.  She was surprised and gratified as it
expended rapidly.  As she manipulated it, it grew almost as big
as Jimmy's.
  She exclaimed, "That is magnificent!"
  He replied, "Donna was afraid of it.  That's why our sex life
was so bad."
  "Well, I'm not afraid of it.  I want more of it.  Do want me to
bring you off, or shall we move to the bedroom?"
  "Where is the bedroom?"
  "Over here.  Take off your clothes so I can fully appreciate
you."
  Sharon stripped naked, and Ricky did the same.  They embraced
each other passionately, pushing and grinding their loins
together.
  She said, "Lie down on the bed.  I need that prick."
  When he was on his back, she straddled his body.  She eased
herself onto his pole until it was deep inside.   She used her
hips and knees to rock on him.
  She cooed, "Your cock feels so good in me."
  She slowly increased her pace.  He grabbed her breasts and
turned them, like knobs on a dial.
  He whispered, "I love what you're doing to me."
  She moved rapidly, until she was panting with effort.
  She exclaimed, "Yes!  Yes!  I am going to cum!"
  "Me too!  Me too!"
  He pushed up at her, letting his hips meet hers.  She held on
tight, while they rode each other all the way.  Both of them
exploded with spasms of pleasure.  She waited a few minutes, and
then lay beside him.
  She said, "Thank you.   I needed that."
  "Your welcome.  That was good for me, too"
  They lay together, kissing and feeling each other's bodies. She
climbed on top of him, and then she let him get on top.  She felt
his prick grow against her leg.
  She observed, "Your prick is getting thick again."
  "That is because you're so sexy.  I want you again."
  "Take me, darling.   Stuff me with your powerful prick."
  She lay on her back while he mounted her.   After he was in
deep, she moved her legs onto his back, so she could be as open
as possible.
  He said, "Let's start nice and slow.  I want to do this all
night."
  "Not too slow, darling.  I want you to do it hard,"
  He rocked inside of her, pushing deep into her body.  Lust
filled his spirit.  He wanted to pound the pleasure into her.
  "Oh, Oh," she moaned.
  She pushed against his back, moving him faster.
  She began to yell, "Oh darling.  Do it hard!  Fuck me! Fuck
me!"
  Normally, Ricky did not use words like fuck or cunt, but this
time it was a turn on.
  She yelled, "Fuck me.  Fuck my cunt!  I'm cumming!  I'm
cumming."
  She lost herself in the pleasure, almost fainting.  Ricky let
her relax for a brief moment, and resumed his pounding.
  She exclaimed, "You're in so deep! I'm going to cum again!"
  Her body became one big cunt, letting him penetrate to the
utmost. Nothing except sex existed for her.  She repeated spasms
rocked though her body.  She could not speak.   She just emitted
a series of wordless yelps.
  He continued to bang into her, but he could feel himself
getting close.  His prick felt packed like a salami.  The
pressure and pleasure was almost painful. He knew he could not
take the pressure.  He pounded as hard as he could until he fired
a series of salvos of white-hot pleasure deep into her uterus.
  He grunted, "I'm going to cum."
  She answered, breathlessly, "Yes.  Fill me up with your
powerful cream."     When she felt him surge, she released a
final massive orgasm. Their bodies melded into each other, until
the skin separating them was almost dissolved.
  She whispered, "Wow.  That was the best sex I've had in
months."
  He answered, "Wow.  That was the best sex I've had in years.
You're the first woman, other than a hooker, who wasn't afraid of
me."
  "Nonsense. I love it.  Size is not everything, but it is
something."
  Even when he was depleted, he lay inside her for several
minutes, letting themselves recuperate.  Finally, he lay beside
her.  She held him close, listening to him breathe.  They
relaxed, and almost fell asleep.
  She said, "I'm glad we made love.  You can stay the night if
you want."
  "I'm glad, too.  But I can't stay.   I didn't even bring a
toothbrush.  I want to see you again, though."
  "Sure.  Maybe next time you can stay."
  He got up to find his clothes.  When he was dressed, he leaned
onto the bed and kissed her good night.
  They began to see each other exclusively.   They slept at each
other's apartments, but neither wanted to move in together.  It
started as a relationship based primarily on lust, but they
discovered other shared interests in travel and culture.
Eventually, she bought her own store selling lingerie, bathing
suits, and other sexy items.  She always found ways to spice up
their relationship. The affair between the ex super model and the
lawyer lasted for years.

















































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