X-Art: Teasers Read online

  Contents

  Copyright

  Fashion Models

  Spur of the Moment

  Deep Longing

  Play Me

  Absolutely Gorgeous

  Afternoon Snack

  Prelude to Passion

  Sacred Romance

  The Farewell

  CREDITS

  Books You'll LOVE!

  Play With Me on Facebook!

  Join Club Lexi!

  Get Me Wet

  About Lexi Maxxwell

  Copyright

  X-ART TEASERS

  BY LEXI MAXXWELL

  Copyright 2014 Lexi Maxxwell

  Smashwords Edition

  WARNING

  This is a work of erotic fiction and contains GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF SEX, WHICH MAY OFFEND SOME AUDIENCES. This book is meant for MATURE AUDIENCES AGED 18 OR OLDER (or whatever the local laws are in your area). All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.

  No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form, without written permission from the publisher. Excerpts may be used for the purposes of review.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are the product of the author's imagination.

  Any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  All Text Copyright © Lexi Maxxwell 2014

  All Images Copyright © X-Art 2014

  Fashion Models

  Fucking bullshit.

  Jason was running late again.

  He loathed being behind. The only thing he hated more than running late was being late — and being late was a near guarantee after the 90 minutes of bullshit he’d just lost while arguing with Samantha, his bitch of an ex-wife.

  Goddammit, she was infuriating.

  It seemed like he and Samantha fought more now that they weren’t married than they ever did together, including the final six months of pure hell before she finally took him for half of everything he had — everything her ass was too lazy to earn herself. Sure, she spread her legs better than most, and gave the best head he’d ever had, which was the reason he married her and they both knew it. But it wasn’t worth half of all she’d managed not to spend, at least not without giving him unrestricted lifetime access to the pussy he paid for.

  When he and Samantha first got together, their sex was in-FUCKING-credible, and nonstop. But then she cut the flow like a fixed faucet, and without curbing her spending. So of course he was going to cheat! How could she expect him not to? She reneged on her part of the bargain; he had every right to renege on his. It was too bad that was a tough argument to make in court. Jason had worked too hard for his money for Samantha to treat it like spit in the wind.

  To most people, being a fashion photographer seemed like glitz and glamour and nothing else. But those behind the camera knew that was far from the truth. It seemed like a great idea — before he got started. With few barriers to entry, Jason figured all he needed beyond his natural charm and undeniable good looks was a decent camera and a cheap website. He was six counties off. Fashion photography was a hard business, with a shitload of competition. He was willing to work harder than most, and was favored by luck, so he had found ways to make it work, but even after finally building a successful business Jason had found few ways to scale. Sure, business was killer; his work was fantastic, and the models were flocking, but no matter what he did, Jason was still trading time for money, and even though he was steadily building his name, what was “Jason Dillinger Photography” worth if he wanted to retire? Move on? Do something else? Approximately dick. Even after building a successful studio, he had no benefits or 401K. And now, Samantha had half of what he did have, and wouldn’t even fuck him.

  Fair was fair, and she owed him some pussy. That’s why he had gone over there this morning, and she knew it. Most of the time Samantha said yes, spreading her legs like butter on bread, and usually while smiling since they both knew she wanted it as much as he did. Today, she wouldn’t. Worse, like a total bitch, she laughed at his hard-on.

  Fuck her.

  Now, with a heavy sack in need of relief, Jason had to photograph two smoking-hot models — a blonde and a brunette (like peanut butter and chocolate) — while trying to ignore the blue in his balls.

  Both girls were impossible knockouts. Cameron the blonde, and Jessica the brunette. Apparently they were best friends and had done a shit ton of low-level shoots together already. Now they wanted to graduate from the pedestrian bullshit they’d been doing and break into the world of high-fashion photography. A tough transition for sure. It was hard enough for photographers, with models, agencies, designers, fashion trends, doting parents (they were the worst), and styles all to keep up with. Models had it even harder.

  The first thing Jason usually did with a new model was to take a series of Polaroids without makeup and in plain clothes, or maybe a swimsuit. He would study the Polaroids with his makeup artist Janine then design the shoot around her suggestions — the makeup and general look inspired by the clothes Janine thought the models should wear, or in some cases not. Once Jason had the photos, he parsed the best and sold his model to clients.

  Fortunately, as late as he was, the tedious prep had all been taken care of already. Jason would be ready to shoot Cameron and Jessica — blonde and brunette — six seconds after reaching the studio. Janine decided on black tights for the girls, and nothing else. A bit cheesy Jason thought, but then again, so was the white bedding and red vinyl. He was a pro, and would happily shoot whatever Janine thought he should, but one of the reasons he liked to visit Samantha before shooting topless was because without emptying his sack made it was sometimes harder to keep his mind on the job. Today, Samantha had left him agitated and half hard.

  Jason swung his black Land Rover into his usual spot, flung open the door and dropped to the concrete, slammed it, crossed the lot and slid his keycard through the reader, then opened the glass door to his studio, trudged up the stairs, nodded at Kimberly, his too-hot receptionist who — for some reason he didn’t understand since she didn’t have a boyfriend — wouldn’t let him fuck her, and entered the studio where Cameron and Jessica were waiting together on the white bed, smiling and whispering, unaware that he’d entered the room.

  Jason quickly studied the set, glad that he’d set everything up the day before. Red, vinyl chairs, sheer, white curtains, and taupe walls all looked perfect. So did the girls. Their tits were naked and nipples starting to harden, just like his cock.

  “Where is he?” Jessica asked.

  “I don’t know,” Cameron answered with a whisper. “He said he would be here.”

  “It’s taking forever.”

  “Girls, girls,” Jason grabbed their attention on his way to the lighting rig. “Thanks so much for waiting.”

  “Hey,” Jessica said, stealing a glance at her blonde best friend.

  “Hey, sorry,” Jason said, tweaking the light and lowering it an inch. “Just let me get this set up here. Thanks so much for coming. I’ve spent the time on set and everything, so um, yeah, it should be a great shoot.”

  He smiled, awkward. Fucking A, he was distracted.

  Get your head in the shoot, asshole.

  Both girls were smiling, clearly nervous. Modeling was one thing, modeling half naked another. Cameron clearly wanted to seem eager. She widened her smile and said, “Awesome, sounds great,” while Jessica played with a thick strand of her brunette hair.

  Jason said, “So, let’s get to it.”

  Jessica smiled, then said, “Okay.”

  Jason grabbed his camera and fell to one knee. Fucking Lord up in Heaven, they look smoking hot. “Why don’t you two get closer,
start touching each other.”

  Cameron looked uncertain. “Touching each other?”

  “Yeah!” Jason said, swiveling on the balls of his feet and snapping the first few shots.

  Jessica swallowed, seeming more uncertain than Cameron. “This is fashion ... ”

  Jason wasn’t sure whether he would be fucking the duo or not, but there was only one way to find out. “This is how fashion starts,” he said, still shooting.

  Cameron studied Jason. Jessica played with her hair. Jason kept snapping. “Have you seen any of my work?” he asked.

  The pair apparently did everything together, including shaking their heads and saying no. Jason would bet his Land Rover and the iPad in the glove box that they had sucked dick as a team.

  “Well,” he said, “plenty of big fashion models have started right here on this bed. Right here where you are now, so I suggest you get to it.”

  They still seemed uncertain, making Jason think the conquest might be harder than he imagined. “Maybe kiss or something? Give me something to shoot?”

  “Um ... ” Jessica said.

  Cameron, looking slightly more nervous than her friend, brushed her palm across Jessica’s knee. Jason snapped faster, finally finding his smile. Jessica had her pointer twirled in a thick lock of brunette hair. Something went bright in Cameron’s eyes.

  Jason said, “Touching her leg is a good start. Maybe a kiss?”

  Cameron laughed and finally cut the mood into whimsy. Jessica joined her. Jason knew that laugh. He’d heard it many times before. It widened his smile because that laugh promised that everything was going to be okay. Soon, his cock would be wet. The blonde was a guarantee, she swore it with her eyes, and since the duo did everything together, Jessica would be joining her friend on the bed, just as she’d joined her in laughter.

  Jason’s cock started to throb. He snapped faster as the girls’ mouths softly met.

  “There you go, perfect!” More snapping, then a twitter of nervous laughter between them as they parted their lips. “Come on, girls, where’s the passion?”

  They looked at each other, holding their stare for a few long seconds until their mouths met harder, still softly, but kissing like they meant it.

  Jason’s cock throbbed into a dull ache.

  “There you go! Can I get some tongue in there?”

  Jessica’s tongue darted softly between Cameron’s lips. The blonde took her friend’s tongue, smiling as if she’d been waiting. Clearly the two had done this before, or — even better for Jason — had wanted to.

  “Come on,” he said, “can you start using some hands? How about you touch her breast a bit?”

  Cameron raised her eyebrows. “What?”

  “Yeah, come on, touch her nipple.”

  Hesitance, then Jason grew suddenly insistent, fueled by hot cum stewing inside his tightening sack. “What are we here for?”

  Jessica asked, “What kind of fashion is this?”

  Jason could feel the moment, now just breaths away. He only needed that first second of surrender. After that, everything was inevitable. He felt a flare of anger, hating Samantha for not giving him what was rightfully his, then said, “Are you questioning my artistic integrity?” He lowered his camera. “I’m not sure what’s going on here.”

  Cameron looked to Jessica, then turned to Jason. “Well, I mean, we’re just not sure ... ”

  Before Cameron could finish her thought, Jessica said, “This is different.”

  “Different from what?” Jason shrugged. “What were you expecting?”

  “We thought this would be normal fashion modeling.” Cameron said. Jessica nodded.

  “This is fashion,” Jason said. It was now or never. He could only push the girls so hard. The last thing he wanted was a reputation. He wanted to lose a load, not his business. FUCK. Maybe he would try once more with Kimberly. One final try: “Plenty of famous fashion models started here, where you guys are right now. So, I’m sorry, what’s happening here? You are interested, right? Or am I missing something?”

  Cameron said, “Are we missing something?”

  “You know what?” Jason lowered his camera, then stood and dropped it on the bed. “I do know what’s missing.”

  Cameron swallowed, incredulous.

  Jessica half smiled, curious.

  “Get over here.” Jason began to undress.

  Cameron still looked unsure, but Jessica’s expression had lit with desire.

  Jason said, “Come on, I know exactly what you guys need.”

  Both girls crawled across the bed. Jessica looked at Cameron, smiling, as if to silently say, Everything’s okay. Jason unbuckled his belt.

  “You guys are gonna suck my cock.”

  Camera said, “Um … ”

  Jessica finished Cameron’s thought with a question, “Um ... what?”

  “You guys do want to be fashion models, right? Well, this is how it starts.” He put one hand at the back of each girl’s head, then pulled them both toward his hard, throbbing cock.

  The girls were ready, almost eager. Jessica took his tip while Cameron met Jason’s meat like it was corn on the cob.

  “Good,” he said, barely controlling his breath.

  Their reserve turned to vapor as both girls started to suck, Cameron lapping at Jason’s sack while Jessica swallowed his tip and swiveled her lips all around it.

  “That’s good,” he managed to pant. The girls continued to suck his twitching dick, each from her own side as he pulled off his pants. Freed from his bottoms, Jason guided Jessica’s head toward his pelvis, then started to writhe, softly fucking her mouth. She pulled her lips from his dick. “We are getting paid for this, right?” she asked.

  Jason smiled, then shoved his cock back into her mouth, fucking her muzzle. “We’ll see. For now, focus on this,” he said, shedding the thin black button-up from his well-toned body.

  With both girls on all fours and worshipping wood, Jason could see they were as hungry as he was. He smiled again — his biggest of the day — then pulled away, said, “Move back, girls,” and patted them like dogs.

  “Get in doggy positions,” Jason commanded, then climbed onto the bed and laid down with his back to the mattress, dick pointing straight to the ceiling. Cameron’s blonde hair brushed his body on the left while Jessica’s brunette tresses brushed him on the right. Both girls had their chests lowered and their asses up in the air.

  Jessica started painting his shaft from her side, while Cameron met his skin from the opposite end. It was like they were fighting over his shaft, playfully, both smiling as Cameron took the tip and Jessica nibbled his sack.

  Holy shit this is better than I expected. FUCK Samantha.

  Jason was hoping he could get the girls to play along, and certainly hadn’t expected them to be this into it, at least not so immediately, but both were tending to his dick as if they’d be graded after the cumshot. Cameron held Jason’s thick dick steady at the bottom so Jessica could bob up and down on his bright, red tip. They took turns, with Cameron attacking while Jessica stared like a starving dog waiting for meat.

  After a minute of bobbing, probably because she wanted him to fill her pussy before he blew seed, Cameron pulled away from his cock. Jason was a puppet master at the back of her head, forcing Cameron’s mouth deeper onto his shaft. She sucked him harder, beginning to whimper as her eyes widened and she held Jason’s gaze. She looked craven, drool rolled from her bottom lip and onto the bed. Jessica was just as bad, and Jason could tell from her bright eyes that she was soaking wet.

  Their mouths met. He stared as they kissed, wanting to fuck them one at a time. It was almost too much, both girls at once. He’d thought of it often, but had never had a threesome before. If Samantha had spread her legs like a good girl, he wouldn’t be having it today.

  Jessica said, “Does that feel good?”

  “Mmmmm ... it does,” he moaned.

  Cameron placed her finger just below Jason’s tip, then started fucki
ng the top of his cock with her softly pouted lips.

  “Stare at me while you suck my dick,” he commanded.

  Cameron stared up at him with her widened eyes. Jessica said, “So big.”

  So. Fucking. HOT!

  “I want you guys to feed it to each other.”

  Cameron started, feeding Jason’s dick to Jessica like it was dessert, holding his shaft at the base so she could wrap her lips around it and fuck the photographer with her mouth, slathering his shaft with hot breath and saliva as her ass rose higher in the air. Cameron’s eyes flitted from Jason to Jessica, her mouth hanging open. Jason pictured it filling with cum.

  Cameron took her turn, holding Jason’s javelin for Jessica while her hot tits dragged against his leg. “I want you to spit on it,” he said.

  Cameron smiled then spit.

  “Oh, fuck,” he moaned as his new favorite blonde slathered saliva all over his cock. Jessica giggled then joined her. Two girls jacked and sucked then jacked some more as Cameron lapped and Jason moaned.

  I’m gonna fucking lose my load.

  Jason didn’t want to blow it, so he slowed down, shifted positions, then said, “You need to come closer,” grabbing Cameron and nudging her lips aggressively against him.

  Jessica started breathing faster and moving with fury, as if she wanted Jason to cum. He pulled back, and she steadied her breath, slowing while Cameron, still drooling and staring at Jason with starving, aching eyes, started rubbing her palm flat against his cock fast enough to make fire. “Fuck yeah, baby,” she said, still staring like she wanted to eat him.

  Jason said, “Come closer, girls, look at me,” then grabbed his shaft and beat it between them, slapping first one face then the next while they held their tongues out like hungry, little whores. Cameron was still drooling, looking almost miserable whenever Jessica’s face met his dick rather than hers.

  Unfuckingbelievable.

  “Now,” he said, regaining control, “I want you both to stand up and take off your stockings.”

  The girls followed like good, little whores.