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Only one house left on my little list and I'd be done, twelve of my customer's orders for cosmetics delivered that day. Not a lot compared to the ladies who had been doing this for a while but I'd just started out. After all, I'd only hosted two parties so far and if I kept growing at this pace, my distributor said I'd be rich in no time.

Selling cosmetics was so much more exciting than the office jobs I'd had, almost like the feeling I got when I was competing in beauty contests. I was very good and even won our state contest when I was 18. Well, actually I was just first runner up but that's only because the girl who won was sleeping with the judges, I can assure you.

Now that I was pushing 30 (well 32 actually) I enjoyed meeting with other women and helping them to be as beautiful as I was with the help of my cosmetics and body care line. Of course, I always took the most meticulous care to see be dressed and made up an absolute lady at all times. I never went out without my hair and makeup being perfect and only wore a dress or skirt, never pants. And in the best tradition of our company, almost everything that I wore was pink. Like the suit jacket and skirt I was wearing today.

The final house on the list was in one of the northern suburbs, a very nice neighborhood. I pulled up to the curb, took out the order from the backseat and went up to ring the bell.

"Yeah?", a young man, 20 or so, asked as he swung open the door.

"Hi! I'm here to deliver your mom's cosmetics order. Is she around?"

"She's at the store. She'll be back in about ten minutes. Would you like to wait for her?"

He seemed like a very charming guy in his white polo shirt and baggy shorts with athletic socks. I had to collect a check for the order and didn't want to have to make another trip pick it up. A few minutes waiting shouldn't be a problem.

He brought me iced tea, told me his name was Brad and I sat on the livingroom sofa and we began to chat a bit while sipping glasses of iced tea. A college student, he told me, assistant to a photographer part time. I'd always been fascinated with photographers and modeling and I asked him what kind of photography he did.

"Mostly catalog shoots for some specialty stores, you know lingerie and body shaper garments" he said with a slight smile as if he were keeping a secret.

"I bet the models make a lot of money doing that kind of work." I was suddenly very interested. I'd had a girlfriend who did some modeling in college and really loved it. It paid for most of her tuition.

"Yeah, some do real good" he admitted. "It's not hard work, probably a lot easier than selling door to door, anyway. You know, a lot of the girls aren't half as attractive as you are and they work all the time."

"Really? Well, how sweet of you to say it" I responded, very flattered. "I had a friend that modeled and wanted me to try it but I was too busy with school. I mean, I wouldn't know where to start."

"All you need is a portfolio and some 8x10s for the agency screeners. When my boss is out of town I do a lot of the portfolio shoots for him. It takes about a half hour to an hour, if you're interested?"

It always seems like opportunity just leaps out at me in my life. Here on one of my first customer deliveries I was suddenly talking with a photographer about becoming a fashion model.

Brad brought some floodlights into the living room and a very expensive looking camera on a tripod.

"Ok, so what do you want me to do?" I asked a bit unsure of what I would need in a portfolio but trusting Brad's expertise.

"Let's just do some wide shots with you in what you have on. The pink skirt and jacket is very...feminine. I think we should get some of your legs too...there's a lot of work doing hosiery ads if you have the legs for it."

We did some shots of me just sitting on the couch with my arms supporting me and my legs crossed, all very lady like. Brad had me cross them very high and bring my skirt up to show off my thighs. I guess all that jogging I did was beginning to pay off. I was also glad I'd worn nude to the waist pantyhose since by the time Brad got the shot he wanted my skirt was practically to my waist.

"Now, just lay your one leg over the top of your other but don't cross your thighs. And lean back just a bit farther."

I hesitated an instant at his request realizing that it would expose everything up my straight pink skirt to my crotch. Of course, I had panties....but still it was not the way a lady would sit. On the other hand, I had done swimsuit competitions and shown a lot more so I quickly convinced myself it was no big deal.

One shot led to another and before I realized it I was sitting with my thighs spread wide and my skirt up around my waist. Brad assured me that it was part of a new style of magazine ad that tried to make the pose look accidental while showing the lingerie. I also realized something else. I was enjoying posing for the camera's eye...and behaving more like a...slut than a lady.

So far it had been light and fun but now Brad suggested I take off my jacket, blouse, and skirt, and pose in just my bra, pantyhose and panties.

"Didn't you say your mother was going to be back shortly?" I asked not sure how our photo shoot would go over with his mother if she came in on us.

"She's probably stuck in traffic. But don't worry I've just need a few more frames and you'll be done."

Unbuttoning my pink jacket I set it on the chair, followed with my white silk blouse. I had on a really cute pink lacy bra underneath that matched the French high cut panties under my pantyhose. I took a breath before unzipping my skirt and sliding it off my legs. There was no going back from this point on.

Brad took two more shots and then told me my pantyhose would have to come off. Having come this far it seemed silly to stop. With one motion I reached under the waist of my pantyhose and slid them down to my ankles, then stepped back into my high heeled pumps.

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"Boy, you must really like pink, from your lipstick and nails right down to your panties. You know, you've got a great figure" Brad told me enthusiastically. "You'd be surprised how much retouching we have to do with some of the women to take out blemishes and hide defects. I know you're going to get work real fast if we can wow them with some unusual shots."

A warm rush of pleasure surged through my body. Standing in just my bra and sheer pink panties in front of this gorgeous guy more than ten years younger....and feeling hotter than I could remember in a long time. My heart was pounding like mad and my mouth was dry from excitement as I turned and posed for his clicking camera, loving every moment.

"That' s probably all we need," Brad said smiling and lowering the camera. "That light pink really shows through when it gets wet, doesn't it?"

He was right. A dark spot was growing up from my crotch as my pale pink panties soaked up my pooling wetness. It made them so sheer that my lips were visible underneath. I was usually so fastidious and clean....yet now my panties were soiled with my own wetness and woman scent.

Something just snapped. I could no longer be the perfect lady any more, charming, reserved, flirtatious but dignified. I wanted to be the slut I'd always known I was deep down inside. All the ladylike facade just melted away in that instant and I gave in to my most intimate and perverted desires.

"Maybe this'll wow them." I reached behind and unclasped my bra, dropping it to the sofa.

My nipples were stiff as erasers and I cupped my breasts feeling their weight in my two hands.

"Here's my favorite shade of pink, Brad" I said looking right into his dazzled eyes.

I reached under the waistband and stripped down my panties tossing them onto the sofa with my bra. His eyes were locked on the dark triangle of my wet matted pubic hair which framed my large, protruding deep pink pussy lips.

He moved slowly to where I was standing nude, put his arms around my waist, and pulled me into his hard young body. My breasts flattened against his chest and his hands stroked and caressed my butt as he probed my mouth with his tongue. A single finger slipped into my vagina and rubbed the wetness up over my clit till I was quivering in pleasure and begging for more.

Sliding lower, he tasted each of my dusty pink nipples, then drew his tongue over my belly until he was kneeling before me with his hot breath on my expectant pussy. Oh!...the utter delicious sensation that I felt as his firm tongue squirmed and probed my inflamed womanhood. My lips were open like a pink petunia and my clit stood stiff and swollen, demanding to be licked.

He stood long enough to pull off his shirt and drop his shorts. My hand clasped his swelling manhood, stroking him gently until he reached his full potential. His cock was impressive and curved upwards in youthful exuberance. Kneeling down, I brought my mouth around his shaft making it slippery as it stretched down my throat. Brad groaned loudly with each long penetration probably never been properly deep throated by a total slut who loved it and showed it.

Hands around me, he backed onto the living room sofa, lifting my thighs to my chest and spreading my pussy open wide. His body slid between my quivering thighs and I felt the tip of his penis enter me. The boy was such a tease, carefully sliding each inch of his penis into me with maddening deliberateness. At last I felt his balls slapping against my butt and I knew he was deep inside.

Our lovemaking soon reached a fevered pitch as he thrust into me with accelerating ferocity. My juices poured, running down the crack of my ass as I moaned and cried in uncensored abandon like the slut I'd become.

I came quickly once, then a second time with a suddenness and intensity that overwhelmed me and left me breathless. Brad delayed his orgasm as long as his youthful hormones would allow but finally secumed to the inevitable and began to ejaculate onto my pink flushed belly.

"Oh yeah, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" he gasped as his climax rocked him.

He never even lost his erection as he turned me over on my tummy and began pumping away at my pussy from behind. Each stroke of his hard penis filled my vagina with intense pleasure that radiated up to my navel and down the insides of each of my taut thighs. There was no holding back from my third orgasm.

"Mmmmmm...oh...Oh God, I'm going to...cum...OHHHHHH, OHHHHHHH, OHHHHHHH!!!!" I cried in an ear shattering soprano outburst that amplified the intensity I felt in my womb.

Brad was approaching another climax but wanting to get him off at least once with my mouth, I turned him onto his back and began sucking his large slippery cock again in earnest.

"See if this doesn't make you cum harder than you ever have in your life" I whispered.

Reaching onto the table, I took a large ice cube from one of the partially filled glasses of iced tea and began sliding it over his balls as I sucked. He stiffened in shock, his testicles quickly retracting into his body to avoid the icy assault. His entire scrotum, which had been dangling very low from the heat of sex, almost disappeared completely. Still, I continued to slide the dripping ice against his testicles as my mouth worked faster and faster over his throbbing shaft. At last there was no holding back a moment longer.

"Oh baby, I'm ready...Oh yeah...FUCK, THAT FEELS INCRED....AHHHHHHHHHH!"

A volcano of creamy cum erupted from his penis as the pressure of his retracted testicles and the overstimulated nerves in his groin combined to produce an explosive ejaculation, draining him totally in a single prolonged climax. With nasty delight I lapped the glacier of cum as it drizzled down over his shaft and my fingers, licking both of us clean of every sweet drop.

Brad was still out of breath as I began to put on my clothes to leave. I put on my pantyhose under my skirt but left him my damp pink panties as a memento. His mother didn't show up before I had to leave but, then again, I was about to embark on a whole new career so who cared about her order anyway. I just knew that in a few years I'd be making big money as a lingerie model. I was highly motivated and what's more....Brad said so.

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